Leaving Montana

I have a lot of catching up to do with this thing, and this is mostly from memory. I flew out of Bozeman on the morning of the 9th. I visited with Gary Flynn in the Denver airport, which was a nice surprise. I got to New York with little trouble, and my cousin Noah was waiting to pick me up. I had dinner with Noah, his fiancee Jean, and some friends of theirs at a Korean barbeque place. Jean did a far better job ordering than I would ever hope to do. I was then taken on a tour of downtown Manhattan, which included driving by the World Trade Center site.

The next day I took on the city by myself. I rode a bus from Weehawken, New Jersey to port authority on 42nd street then took the subway to Spring street, near where Noah works. After having some authentic NYC pizza on Carmine street, I wandered around the area. I had about 5 hours to spend, and in that time I believe I walked at least 40 or so blocks. After being sized for a tux (I am Noah's best man), Noah and Jean took me to a Belgian restaurant. The mussels and Stellas were amazing.

We then went to a comedy club. We watched six or so acts before we decided to head back. The surprise came when the bouncer told us it was a bad time to leave. I looked up the stairs beside me and down strolled Chris Rock. Needless to say, we stayed for his set.

I flew out of the country the following evening, and got to see Noah at port authority on my way to the airport. I am very grateful to Noah and Jean for the hospitality, time, and knowledge of the city. Noah has offered to show me around the city many times, and I'm glad I finally took him up on it.