Renee and I found ourselves in New York City over the weekend during a torrential downpour. This, after a planes-trains-and-automobiles-esque day that began at 5 a.m. on Thursday. I won't go into the absurd details, but we started the day with little-to-no sleep (try sleeping the day before a NYC getaway!) and ended it with less-than-stellar chicken pot pie in a Times Square pub. Sprinkled between these events, we flew through a rainstorm, almost crashed into a runway, missed a connecting flight, and endured a three-hour flight delay. It took us more than 12 hours to reach Manhattan, and we fell asleep at 9 p.m. We awoke Friday to pouring rains, insane winds, and 30-degree temperatures. But we weren't about to let it ruin our trip. After purchasing two over-priced umbrellas from the hotel gift shop, we high-tailed it to the Guggenheim where we witnessed the installation of an incredible exhibit by Cai Guo-Qiang.
Despite the awful weather, I did discover something quite amazing in New York on Friday: Pinkberry. Made from REAL yogurt, these frozen concoctions are incredible. Renee enjoyed hers with raspberries and almonds, and I opted for the smoothie. I thought we were going to die from the creamy goodness. Oh, why, Pinkberry, must you be so pretentious as to only have shops in New York and California? Give us Texans a break and head down south. Will you, please?