Waiting to Get There. Usually on the A/C/E in Chelsea, New York City.

Lots of people we know are traveling to all manner of destinations. They come back and show us photos of camels or rain forests or strange looking sandwiches. Well. We went to Pittsburgh for the weekend.  The hotel was nestled inside a brand new casino. Our room had a very disco vibe and not the good kind of disco vibe. There was a strobe light on the ceiling. Except it wasn't a strobe light, it was some sort of safety-first contraption. You. could. not. shut. it. off.  Every 45 seconds, a flare of surprisingly bright light would emit from the thing. It lit up the whole room. Was it a fire detector? A spy camera? A science experiment to see if they could break you from sleep deprivation? Tom took matters into his own hands: Tom dealing with the strobe safety contraption Yeah, Tom stuck one of his round nipple band-aids on the laser beam origination point. He uses these round bandaids when he goes running for rub protection, so yeah, his nipple bandaids. Turns out they have multiple

We had a big adventure that luckily transpired before the monsoon that has been the last half of September. Although it was drizzling, now that I think about it. First, we went to this art sale called "See you Next Thursday" on the Lower East Side. Derek and Wanda wanted to go and sure, we were in. The show was basically lots of art in plastic covers strewn onto long rows of folding tables.  some arts we bought at an art rummage sale After that, the four of us went over to the ferry terminal and boarded the boat to Red Hook. Taking the ferry is a sure-fire approach to turn any excursion into an adventure.  It's so easy to forget that Manhattan is an island.  Because yeah, there's this weird moment that happens more often than I'd ever admit. It's when I'm walking down the street, surrounded by skyscrapers, and suddenly get a whiff of the sea. Or listen to Matt and Helen talk about the sailing lessons they are taking and the jolt of realization that the sai