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I am an absent minded person...sometimes. I am definitely not a flake, but I was certainly a former flake, than I sprouted into adulthood. It just so happens I had made tentative plans with Meaghan to meet up in Manhattan a month ago. So Shane attempts to surprise me with, "bet you can't guess whose in town too?" As I poked around in my brain for a few minutes, no one came to mind. As soon as he told me, my long term memory clunked in. Of course! We had a conversation on the phone. Duh. We met up at Union Square Park and caught a taxi to Jane restaurant for lunch. The torrential hot weather and humidity were stagnant, ac ASAP. After three healthy cocktails, and an arugula salad, we were ready to explore the city.

Shellie's Proverb: Person with no laugh lines can not take a joke.

Much to our surprise we were in for foul play, the Guggenheim was closed. Blasphemy. Our focus to stay out of the sun was short. We decided to stroll through Central Park and ended up at Tavern on the Green. We were out of sorts. As the heat was harsh, our bodies yearned alcohol and sparkling water. We entered the stuffy joint, three cocktails later and $60 dollars shorter, we couldn't figure out why the bill included us to tip the captain separate from the server. Who the hell is the Captain? Who does he think he is charging an additional tip? We were disgusted and made haste to the Prada store as Shane cussed out the Captain.

The Prada store was just as pretentious as Tavern on the Pee. It was hysterical to witness Shane as he browsed the price tags. He was definitely not discreet exclaiming in complete horror, "Thirty two hundred for this piece of shit?" The sales people were aware the only reason we were in there was to enjoy the luxury of their cold air. We decided to go home to rest and meet up after dinner.

There's nothing like spontaneity. We met up with Tim, Meaghan, Laura and her fiancée at an outdoor bar. As the evening grew later, Tim brought us to a more intimate bar where long time friends could catch up. We closed the evening at around 4:00pm stuffing our faces with gyros the size of a super burrito.

Lesson: Young Grasshopper must never leave home without toilet paper.