Lisa (college roomie/ best friend in the entire universe) visited this weekend. We did a helluva lot of touristy things was is good considering I'm still semi-tourist. We went to the top of The Rock for a kick ass view of the city, took the staten island ferry so we could see the skyline and Lady Liberty, New York style pizza in Little Italy, Central Park, and to the Bronx to see Yankee stadium. Speaking of which, we rolled up at the perfect time because the Yankees were driving out of the building, and Joba Chamberlain (the pitcher) was pulled over on a curb signing autographs. YAHTZEE! ...except that I didnt get an autograph. The Yankees mean nothing to me, even Granderson.
I'm so exhausted, today was a ten hour day at work, plus two hours for commute, lack of sleep over the weekend, and waking up early to get Lisa to the train station.