Trip to nyc

After the crazy wedding-week festivities while visiting my family, we decided to take a trip up to NYC to go spend a day with the city we love, the food we die for, and our awesome Aunt Briana. :)
Did we eat our way through?
Yes.  
Bagels, Pinkberry, pizza, arepa, ice cream, and Pinkberry again.
And then we rolled out of Harlem and returned to our beloved PA country. With lots of mud. And mosquitos. And farmer's tans. 

The MET after bagels. Carb-coma was an understatement.

Adam totally geeked out when he saw this Van Gogh. :) 

Our beloved Pinkberry that we probably worship way too much. People, it's all about the original tart with fruit. Stop getting other flavors and drowning them in caramel. 

This kid was in total heaven on the subway. :) 

Big Gay Ice Cream is everything they said it would be! Including how gay it was. There were unicorns and glitter everywhere...

Pinkberry x2. Like I said: addicted. Also, I'm a total hypocrite and got the cookies and cream and chocolate dots. And it was delicious. 

Back

We've been on vacation in Pennsylvania, New Jersey and a little New York! It's been wonderful, but I've missed my blog. I've missed writing and reminiscing and rambling and laughing at how funny I think I am in the wee hours of the night--all but to realize in the morning that I was totally crazy. And although I haven't posted in awhile, rest-assured, my loves, I've been watching you. 

More like keeping up with your own blogs. But why not be creepy? 

BTW, in case you didn't know, these are the serious faces you get when you're waiting for Shake Shack after you've taken a 5 mile exodus to evade hunger in what you thought were comfy-cute sandals, while taking each step in uncomfortably sweaty clothes. Walking into that crisp, burger-lased a/c was sent from artery-clogging heaven. 

Glad to see you, D.C.--but seriously, stop being so awfully muggy. 

Your air feels like a community steam room bathed in everyone's sweaty patriotism.