Ya know, when they first told me we'd be headed to small-town Pennsylvania for Christmas, I was like, you have
got to be kidding me. I mean, I'm more of an LA/London/Paris/Tokyo kind of guy, ya know? But when they said we might be visiting New York City, that great mecca of cool, I thought, why not? I can spare a few days if it keeps 'em happy. Here I am in Times Square, lookin fresh.
While I was in the city, I thought I might as well check on my investments. My 401K definitely took a hit this year.
Visiting 30 Rockefeller Center was pretty sweet. I have a huge crush on Tina Fey. She is so hot.
They wait in line for hours just to have thousands of people watch them ice skate on a
tiny little rink. I have better things to do, man.
I'm a foodie, I'm not gonna lie. But dinner at the family's house was surprisingly tasty. It has a real home-cooked vibe. I dug it.
Then, out of nowhere, I get man-handled by a giant toddler. No dignity. No dignity at all.
We hit the slopes for a little boarding, which was cool. It's no Whistler or Aspen, but I definitely caught some sweet air on the half pipe.
Well, we can't all stay 20-something forever. *Sigh* But Danielle bid farewell to her twenties in style with a 1920's themed party thrown in her honor. We all dressed up in costume, ate 1920's fare for dinner, then hit up a bar in San Francisco that used to be an actual speakeasy. It was awesome! You needed a password to get in and everything. I would have taken photos of the bar, but they don't allow the use of cell phones or photography inside so as to keep the old-fashioned theme going. The cocktails there were SO good. Each cocktail took a while to make, but it was worth the wait. I had some sort of pomegranate concoction in a sleek martini glass.
Surprise, pretty lady!
Francis sporting a fedora and suspenders.
I had fishnet stockings, long beads, red lipstick and wavy hair. Not too bad for someone who usually hates costumes.
