Monday, December 31, 2012

Day 11: Holiday Over.

I’ve been in New York for ten pounds. It’s time to go home… Speaking of which, my last supper in NY was at Tarry Lodge, where Mario Batali was kind enough to name a fusilli dish in my honor. (See above)… After spending 11 days in frigid temps with intermittent snow, I can faithfully say the Super Bowl, which will be played here next year, will suck ass. Football in the snow is an overrated myth. (With one exception, which was in college when your dorm floor challenged another, as pointed out by my sportswriter friend Rob)… Happy New Year’s Eve to the drunk drivers of the world. Time to separate the men from the boys.

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