HStone: For our last lunch in New York, we decided we wanted to treat John and his absolutely wonderful mother for being such great hosts for us in the big, scary city. Now John's mother has a full-time job and John has, yes i know shockingly, become a bit of a working man himself. This left us with the challenge of having to meet them somewhere and navigate the subways on our own. Of course we get lost. Again, we are not city people. But we do eventually reach our destination- the scrumptious Shake Shack.
MRI: First of all, I've discovered that "cheesecake" has a very different effect on me than do "cupcakes." Sort of a cleaner feel, and more classy. Let's just say last night was a good night.
It was a fun day yesterday as well. I had a great time walking around a bit of New York with Mike and Hunter, as well as being able to spend the end of the day with John. We went and hung out with some college kids staying in NYU dorms and they were alright. That is where we had the "cheesecake" and it was good. It was the inexpensive stuff but not cheap. Good vintage.
After getting home we began writing for the day's post. I wrote my bit and handed it over to Hunter for his part. He wrote as well but made a horrible judgement call at the last minute and deleted everything, declaring that we would skip the update yesterday and depriving our readers of some great insights. I just thought I would let you all know that our silence yesterday was entirely the fault of Jacob Hunter Stone. Sorry to all of you who accessed the blog in anticipation of wild updates, only to be horribly and miserably disappointed.
Also if anyone is in Charlottesville for the rest of the summer hit me up. I'll make pastries.
HPD Mike: I have a completely rational fear of any amount of driving in the city. People are too aggressive, I never know where I'm going and above all, parking is terrible. I had to move my car this morning because of street cleaning and I spent an unbelievable 45 minutes trying to find another spot. This reinforced my view that I could never live in a city. I just wasn't built for it.
Time spent lost: 79 minutes
Miles driven: 1,117
Immature/unintelligent jokes made: 224
Memories that will last for a lifetime: all of them
On behalf of the writers of GIMB, I would like to think all of our readers. I hope you all had half as much fun reading this as we had writing it.