Now, it's a different story.
On Wednesday the four of us slid sluggishly into the van (well, Dad was alert and driving, thank God) and started the trek up to New York City. We were making the journey as a family to watch the taping of The Daily Show with Jon Stewart. This show is something that we all enjoy with a man we all sort of worship. So it was exciting. We had a nice lunch and then went back to the studio to make sure our group of four had a place in line to get tickets for the show. One person could hold places for four, and Mom held down the fort while Dad, Claire and I searched for a bathroom that was:
1. Open to the public
2. Not nasty
3. Okay...maybe only a little nasty?
We found a bathroom at a visitor center for some huge ship that I would never board because of my fear of sea travel as caused by movies such as The Perfect Storm, Titanic, and Castaway. I have no desire to have conversations with a volleyball or die a frigid death, even if these fears are unjustified because the ship is decommissioned. Gazing out upon the ocean, we also discussed Claire's fear of whales, as caused by...the existence of whales.
And actually, I must now add, that it was not the ocean we gazed upon, but the Hudson River. Unfortunately I wrote this post at 1:30 a.m. And unfortunately, I am an idiot. AND it is one really really big river. Aren't you glad my parents are dropping so much cash on a collegiate education for someone as qualified as me?
So we did a bit of sight seeing, while Claire and I made regular observations about the severity of our hair frizz because of the light drizzle that was falling. Then, we hunkered down in line with Claire's iPod and a really disgusting $3 pretzel, and waited for what felt like an eternity.
It was WORTH it! We got amazing third-row seats. Jon came out to joke with the audience before the taping, and sometimes you had to wonder if he truly needed so many writers. Paul Rudd was the guest, and after Claire and I shrieked with glee, we attempted to convince my parents that yes, this man is famous. Lewis Black also did a segment, and he was actually funny. Which is kind of a rarity, in my opinion.
After the show, we hit the road once again. Claire and I passed out in the back while Dad kept on driving. I seriously cannot imagine having to do that. I was unable to remain fully conscious when we stopped for food. In front of the Burger King I had a "Where am I, and how did I get here?" moment.
Today, Claire, friend K and I randomly metroed down to the zoo. Here, we oohed and aahhhhed at cheetahs and elephants, and also wondered why the zoo is so huge and why it is on such a steep incline. We also observed people laughing at our conversation on the metro.
And now, it's 1:35, and I have somewhere to be this morning. But I felt as though a post was long overdue.
This break is going by so quickly!
