I woke up this morning to rain. And for as much as I complained about winter, you'd think that rain in July would bum me out.
But this is not the case.
Actually, it's a nice break from the 90+ degree weather we've been having. And for some reason, it's made me think about how much I love fall. And for some reason, thinking about fall, makes me think of NY. Must have something to do with the leaves turning colors? Maybe it's the fact that I love When Harry Met Sally--and I think there was a Central Park shot in that movie that takes place in the fall?
Who knows?
What I do know is that suddenly I want to go to New York. Not, "go there suddenly." I just mean go there.
Why?
Lemme think:
1. Dave was born there, thus there's a whole tribe of Meehans in Long Island.
2. I wanna see the Statue of Liberty in person (never have).
3. I wanna eat Chinese Food at 2am.
4. I wanna go to Harlem.
5. I want the kids to see a Broadway play.
6. J loves the NY Yankees.
7. I want to go to Time Square and check out all of the billboards.
