The PIT goes to New York

Thats right folks last weekend I made the four hour trip to Manhattan. As was predicted odd things happen when I go to an eleven mile long island with 8 million people on it. The craziness ensued as soon as I got off the subway. As I was walking through the station there was somebody playing the violin as appeared to be par for the course for subway stations. What set this apart as weird was as I was walking by the man stopped playing his violin came directly to me and I can only assume was asking me to play as he tries handing his violin to me (he didnt appear to speak english). It as this point when I realized this trip to New York was going to be interesting. The next few hours were fairly uneventful until while walking to a bar I was approached by a crazy guy asking me for a quarter. I respectfully tell him that I do not have a quarter and he replies "I also take hundreds". Seriously do I look like the type of guy who just walks aroud with hundreds of dollars, I think not. Fortunately my response of "so do I" was enough for him to depart laughing. Good Times. Fast Forward to later that evening when nice and drunk we get into a cab to go home as we dont want to take the time to ride the subway. Yelling and honking aside, riding in a new york taxi not the best idea when you are intoxicated. Additionally I did not get picked up by the cash cab which I found to be rather disappointing. The next day I woke up and spent a few hours seeing as much of the city as I had time for. I saw union square and central park which were both cool but the real fun started when we sat down outside at a restaraunt for lunch. I am sitting there in the midst of a conversation when what happens but a bird craps in my water glass, I shit you not (pun intended). Seriously right into the water glass, who else does this stuff happen to. On the plus side the bird missed my beer so I cant be too upset about it and actually it was kind of funny. That evening concluded with several hours with an open bar. Highlight of this being when at last call for the open bar I order a budweiser (as I am drunk enough to not know any better at this point) and the bartender brings me four of them. Solid move on his part, kept me nice and drunk for the next several hours. Other than that I dont recall too many crazy things happen, maybe this is a result of those last four beers. Fast Forward to sunday morning when I am leaving and decide to cut about an hour of my trip by walking six blocks through harlem from the subway to the train station. I would say I stuck out like a sore thumb walking through harlem but that wouldnt quite do it justice. It was an interesting experience as for a short time I really felt like a minority. Anywho that is about the extent of my weekend.
PIT out