(Side note: I've spent more time in Times Square in the last year than I did in the entire three years I lived in New York. People who live in New York don't go to Times Square unless they're passing through on their way to the theater district or on the way to work. It really is ridiculously crowded there. So much so that I tucked a note with my cellphone number in each kid's pocket just in case I lost one of them.)
Here they are, watching the madness of Times Square from the (relative) serenity of the Broadway Lounge.
I am sooooo close to 60 down and my halfway point. Gilly, who was banded around the same time I was, is at 90 down. (YAY GILLY, you skinny bitch.) And you guys, she is *never* going to let me live it down that she is kicking.my.ass. Ugh.
