Wednesday we're potentially hitting the Met and the Guggenheim in the morning, but we'll see if we're up to it. I have a feeling we'll just make it to one, but you never know.
That afternoon, I'm excited to say, we'll be doing a little Rockefeller ice skating and maybe taking in the views from the Top of the Rock.
Early that evening, we're eating at Blue Hill, Dan Barber's restaurant, where he grows his own everything on his own farm.
Then all four of us are going to see Hamlet... unless (sigh) someone can get reasonably priced Yankee playoff tickets b/c he has been given permission (sigh) to break off our plans for a really nice night out b/c (sigh) this would be a once in a lifetime experience and that if I didn't let him go he would "force us to go to counseling when we got back." I know vacations are give and take, but it's Hamlet...so everyone please pray that the Yankees don't go to the World Series.
Sadly, Thursday morning we leave to fly back home. The End.
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