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I adored New York. I walked so much. I ate so much. I did so much. I must announce that if you are going to go to New York, Clell Tickle is the ultimate tour guide. He is a realtor and an actor so not only does he know all kinds of trivia about the city, but he knows where loads of things were filmed. I lucked out so hard that he was not working and had time to show me all over town. I don’t think that I could thank him enough for everything. He showed me little treats all over the city. I had oysters for the first time at the Oyster Bar in Grand Central Station, I saw the ferris wheel inside ToysRUs, I walked on the big piano in FAO Schwartz, I stood in awe at the Twin Tower memorial, I ate pizza and cannolis in Little Italy, I bought fake designer sunglasses in Chinatown, I saw a show impromptu off broadway show that was fabulous by seeing a sign in Soho on a wall. Clell really knows how to show a gal a good time. I tell you, ladies Clell is a keeper.

I also saw one of my dearest friends Dave when I was out there. He and his wife, Rifat live in New Jersey with their darling son Benjamin. Ben is way too cute for words and Dave is doing quite well for himself. I was more than delighted to see them all as it has been several years. They will always have a place in my heart.

So in one little trip, I went to Hoboken, Ridgewood and some other parts of NJ and all of NY and I saw 2 shows. One called “At Least It’s Pink” which was quite hilarious and the broadway hit “Avenue Q” which was in no way short of phenomenal. It is the show with the puppets which explains my attraction.

In my last quick trip to New York, I had the misfortune of having to fly two airlines I never fly. My jetBlue boarding pass actually congratulated me that I would have “36 channels of DirectTV at my seat!” I have no preferred status on jetBlue. There is no upgrading anyway, as there is no first class. I trudged on to the airplane at 6:30am with everyone else. Sure enough, there are television monitors in the back of every seat… except the one I sat down in. Mine was, naturally, not working. Nary a flight attendant even made eye contact with me, much less apologized or offered to reseat me. Don’t get me wrong, I had other entertainment options for the dreary 4 hour flight, but it’s the principle of the thing. That’s jetBlue’s key differentiator, and I missed out on the JETBLUE EXPERIENCE… Oh well, I thought, maybe the flight on Delta would be better…

No such luck. I sat behind two little boys, obviously brothers, who lacked adult supervision. First they had a push fight over who would get the armrest. Then they flicked each other’s ears. Then they stole each other’s caps. Then they flicked each other’s ears. It wouldn’t have bugged me so much if the little boys weren’t about 22 years old. Old enough to know better, in other words, but still acting like 8 year olds. No, I know more mature eight year olds… I hope their mother is proud.