That’s it. I’ve had it with hotel internet service. It totally bites/blows/sucks, by the way. So I’m stuck clocking in on my phone. I feel like I’m carving out my blog posts in hieroglyphics on a cave wall. Whatever, Hilton Midtown Wi-Fi.

So, here’s how it’s going to go down. You won’t have all the beauty, style and grace that was my super-anal San Francisco daily journals last summer. You’ll just have my abbreviated thoughts and a few favorite pictures of the day. Plain and simple. No fancy fonts, centering and crap like that. Just the unadorned facts. Pretend like you came to my house first thing in the morning. I don’t have any make-up on yet and my hair’s in a ponytail. It’s raw and it’s real.

Yes. I KNOW it’s a bad visual. But it’s all we have, man. WE’RE FLYING WITHOUT A NET HERE!

Anyway … so I’m in NY. The whole family actually, except Dave who had some work he couldn’t escape. We keep pretty busy on these family trips so my entries will be short. And before you decide to rob my house, please remember who’s waiting for you on the inside.

He’s been trained to kill in 7 seconds, BTW.

What did we do today?

We took the subway all day and didn’t get lost. Not even once. (Really hoping to see more rats tomorrow.)

We had some pretty good pizza in Little Italy.

We had amazing foot massages in Chinatown. This sign cracked me up. My cute little therapist just laughed when I asked how many times it happened before they put it up.

While the boys took in a Yankees game, the girls saw Rodgers & Hammerstein’s Cinderella …

… where we took goofy pictures of ourselves making faces while waiting in the long bathroom line. (And paid $50 for glass slipper socks and a tiara. What a bunch of yokels.)

Then, we took more goofy pics at the Love Sculpture on 6th Avenue. This time, my mom joined in on the shenanigans … tomfoolery … dumbassery.

And finally, we stopped off … very inappropriately, I might add … at Gotham Lounge for a quick one on the way home. (Anyone who thinks I stopped for anything besides the fancy olives and cheese really doesn’t know me at all.) I missed you, Mel Bugaj. You and Pat Sajak.

What a long day. I’ll try to keep sharing some pictures here and there. The city that never sleeps. Yeah. That sounds about right. (eyes crossing in fatigue)