New York, New York!

Here are all the hilarious and awesome details of our trip into New York...

It started on Sunday, when myself, 2 fellow Canadians, and 1 Californian decided that yes, we would rent a car and head into New York for the day.

We got directions to the enterprise to rent the car from the office secratary, as well as directions to her parent's house in Short Hills, where we would park and where they would graciously drive us to the train into New York.

We left at 7 am, picked up our sexy black '07 Taurus from some cute enterprise guys that clearly thought we would not return alive. It was quite a laugh. We made it about 15 minutes before stopping at a truck stop for some delicious bacon with a side of breakfast. This place was a dive. They served scrapple. When we asked our lovely (emphasis on the lovely) waitress what scrapple was, she replied (yes, this is verbatim) "Pork by-product. It's the stuff that doesn't make it into the hot dog." Well that was it, the official start of our trip into New York.

Our trip there was somewhat flawless, and our new Short Hills mama was as cute as a bug's ear offering us coffee and tried to feed us as any grandmother would while we hovered at her door trying to convince her that, no, we were not hungry, and yes, we really really wanted to leave right then to go to New York. We were very excited.

We took the NJ Train into Penn Station, breifly saw Madison Square Gardens before heading into Times Square. Our aim was to see a musical, but with only one day we figured we'd do everything else because the lines were stupid long for musicals. No regrets. As we walked wide-eyed into Times Square, we took pictures with a life-like wax Samuel L Jackson, and some dirty ones with Derek Jeeter. We were quite the sight. Everytime we got looks we just laughed and told people it was okay because we were Canadian. For the most part people just lauged back. We also danced with a Naked Cowboy in the middle of Times Square, visited the MTV studio, and basically wandered in awe of the massive buildings and billboards.

Then it was time to take the subway. It was too much fun. Our destination was Battery Park to see the Statue of Liberty. We got on the train only to find out that only the first 5 carts went to the last station, our station. So at each stop we got out and booked it 3 carts down, and no joke did this for 15 stops. These trains are ENDLESS. And all packed full. We were laughing so hard, not to mention sweating as it was disgustingly muggy, hot, and humid out. Once in Battery Park we took pictures holding the Statue of Liberty in our hands.

We then trekked up Broadway, breifly holding the world's largest steel bull by the horns, and balls of course. We stopped for Pizza in Little Italy, and headed to the WTC site. It was really eerie, and although it was full of people, it was amazingly quiet. They have taken steel from the building to make a giant cross which was surpisingly emotional. The girl from California was clearly having a harder time than we were, but it was still a very solom and emotional place. I overheard a cute little boy telling his friend that it was the saddest the first time he visited the site, and it made me want to cry.

From there we trekked up 10 blocks to Canal street, possibly the coolest place on the face of this earth. China Town. It was out of control. Needless to say I ended up in the back of a minivan buying a fake Coach purse from a little Chinese lady. It was so crazy there, like nothing I have ever experienced. I want to go back, I could spend days there!

As time was getting on, we started to head back to Penn Station, but were distracted by a 50% sale at H & M. We missed our train, but figured we would have enough time to get back. And we would have. If we didn't get lost.

Once we made it to Short Hills and thanked our Short Hills mama for her generosity, we hit the road. About 2 hours later we hit a toll both that we hadn't hit on the way down - not a good sign. We were so lost we had to ask what state we were in. It was Pennsylvania - a good sign. Atleast we were in the right state. We got directions to Scranton, a town near camp, so we could atleast get somewhere familiar. Except the gas station attendent sent us to Scruton or some shit, on the other side of the effing Pocono Mountains. We ended up passing through New Foundland as well a little town called Bethlehem. Another gas station and an hour of backroads we found Honesdale and eventually ended back at camp. Past curfew, but luckily had left stressful messages on the camp answering machine stating just how lost we were, and they forgave us.

This morning we borrowed a car and drove the rental car back to enterprise. I am sure that we will be seeing those enterprise boys again, and I think that this morning when they got to work and the car was parked in the appropriate spot they will laugh and thank their lucky stars that it arrived back safely.

All in all it was an amazing day, with three amazing girls that I will always remember.

Hope you live vicariously through this hilarious day trip of our, love Melanie