The following is what I've written down about my New York City trip last Christmas so far:

This is what I remember about my trip to New York City:

Jack and Armeto stop at my house much earlier on Friday than I expected them, but I expected them to do that so I was packed and ready to go. We drove off the wrong way because I'd remembered biking on 431 when I went to Guntersville by way of the Parkway, completely forgetting that a bike way to go isn't necessarily the best way for a car to go. So we eventually make it to Atlanta and stay at Fort McPherson. Nice accomodations. They had nice Christmas lights up. We drove down General's row and looked at the General's houses and this is the kind of thing that drives me out of my mind because I have no interest in this whatsoever, but I'm essentially a prisoner with no means of escape if I want to go to New York City.

So we have a nice dinner at Red Lobster, the only "fancy" restaraunt anywhere nearby, and get on the Marta to the airport the next morning and the line for our flight is ridiculously long. It goes fully around three block length walls. But it moves fast enough. We get to security checkin and even though I've taken off my vest and belt, I keep setting the alarm off. i'm patted down, and it's my boots that were doing it. Then I'm patted down again. But Jack is patted down two more times than me and he has less which makes me curious as to why.
We get on our flight and it's shorter than I think it would be. I just look out the window after I write a few things down, and observe the clouds and unlike the flight out west to Albuquerque, there seems to be signs of human the whole flight up to New york. We get to the New York airport and get a ride in a taxi-van to Manhattan. We're let out right at our hotel, the Hotel Edison. We get the worng room first, and it is tiny, about the size of a walk-in closet and Iimagine that if I lived in New York that that would be about the size of my own apartment.
My brother Dan and I get our own room. Room 317 in the Edison Hotel. Dan calls Jack and Armeto's room and explains he won't be coming in until the next day.
We eat dinner at the Edison Cafe and while waiting I read the clippings on the wall and read several about Neil Simon basing his new play on the very cafe we're eating at.
We buy tickets at the half price place. The folks ask me which show I'd like to go to, and I say _Proof_, Jennifer Jason Leigh in a Broadway play--to me that's a no-brainer. The folks go to see 45 Seconds form Broadway.