my favorite tourists

At Rockefeller Center. I think Clara needs to adjust the date on her camera.

The trip was a roaring success. Much fun to be had by all. They got into the city and, after shuffling things around on the bus they decided to leave the backpack and get on their way. They had about two hours to kill before the Christmas show at Radio City Music Hall so they walked around and shared a giant corned beef sandwich for lunch.

I got a call around 12:30--when it was time to go into the show. When they decided to leave the backpack on the bus, guess what was still in it?

"We left the tickets on the bus."

Oh. No. Way. The bus was in parts unknown and the trip organizer had already gone to an earlier show and couldn't be reached. Billiam bit the bullet and bought two more tickets, a much less costly investment than future therapy ("Remember that time we went to NY to see a show and left the tickets on the bus? Yeah, well it ruined my life..."). They ended up with better seats than the rest of their group and loved the show.

More shopping after the show (they found an adorable hand knit sweater for Lydia for a steal!), then pizza for dinner (during which my NY born, pizza snob husband decided once and for all that we truly do finally have pizza down here as good as in the city). They were going to go up to the top of the Empire State Building but the line for tickets was 90 minutes long and they decided they would rather just take a picture from the outside and walk around more.

Traffic was terrible getting out and they didn't end up getting home until close to 1 am, instead of the planned 11 pm. The car door I heard just after midnight must have been the neighbor.

Clara was six shades of pale from exhaustion and happy as a clam.