Saturday morning started off early when Marta and I headed out to watch some of the U.S. Men’s Marathon Olympic Qualifying Race with RBF David in Central Park. After about 30 phone calls we finally found David – he was hiding at the gated finish line, like he was special or something. Marta and I tried to get in but we the secret service agents turned us away. Anyway, Marta got to molest Clint a little, so it was all good. I’m not sure but I think she might have slept with that sign too. From the sidelines we got to see the runners go by, they were so fast I had a hard time taking pictures. I didn’t hear about Ryan Shay until later, how very unexpected and tragic his death was.
After quite a bit of walking, we made it to Otto Pizzeria in Greenwich Village for our quaint RBF met up with David and the adorable Mrs. T. It was a little wine, a lot of fun and David and I were able to plot our indestructible 4:45 marathon finish plan. I was also able to remind him of the official “no double chin” RBF photo posting rules. Hey, I don’t make the rules, but we all have to follow them.
Amy, Marta, Linda, and I then proceeded to walk three hours through Washington Park, where we got to witness a Green Day demonstration, and shop in Soho and Chinatown. I didn’t realize it until it was too late, but I was completely whipped by the time we got back to the hotel. Here’s a picture of Amy and I trying to ruin her husband Doug’s political career.
Just kidding, he’s a Green guy with a good sense of humor, although I think I’ve scared him from reading my blog with all the posts about my girlie parts.
Day 2 continued after lunch.