It’s been a funny kind of a day here – a little dark and stormy and wet. We left the apartment this morning which we were both very sad to do and arrived at our new digs for the next few nights. We are right in the thick of things up here, which is great, but I miss our little place and our little neighbourhood. It is, however, nice to be back in 1989 which is where the Hilton is. Comforting. Kind of.
Mrs Woog and I split up for a few hours to do some more shopping – mainly gifts for people and I got stuck at the All American Girl doll place. It was SO overwhelming I have a terrible headache from it and will be traumatised forever from all those standing dolls, all those options….shudder.
I then headed off in another direction and stumbled across Times Square. Huh. There it was in all it’s glittery, shiny ways.
Like a million times before I had seen on TV and films.
And while it was great, and busy and thriving and pumping, it all left me feeling a little…huh.
I took lots of shots, soaked it up, and headed away from there, back to 1989. Huh.
It does have quite the view though doesn’t it?
We are on the countdown now – just a few spare hours here and there in between all the BlogHer stuff – a mind shift needs to occur I think and all I have is a headache. American Girl will do that to a girl…