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TOOK THE HUSBAND WITH

We landed at JFK, and I had no problem getting in my pre-arranged car awaiting us.  Marty just looked at me and shook his head.  We checked into Bobby De Niro’s hotel (The Greenwich) and immediately got an upgrade, probably because I looked so pretty.  In actuality it was just because I’ve been here before.

We were off to the Greenwich’s courtyard within 15 minutes for a little piece of Italy and a glass of wine.  Then we walked to the foot of the Brooklyn Bridge; Marty wanted a walking tour – the same that Libbylicious and I had done about a year ago.  RentANewYorker, Linda, was our guide, and we love her.  We asked her to stay for lunch (River Cafe  - I’m a star stalker, lots go there) with us just cuz she’s fun and is so full of historical facts.  I had an octopus leg for lunch.  Not.kidding.  It was delicious.  I had the same thing when I was there last time, it’s THAT good.

Under the Brooklyn Bridge - Fatty Arbuckle

In the middle of the Brooklyn Bridge!

Then we came back to Bobby’s hotel, had dinner right next to Tom Brokow, again in the courtyard of the hotel since the restaurant, and ohsoperfectSarah made no reservations at Bobby’s restaurant.  Doesn’t matter, everyone was too loud in there (on a Monday night in NYC!  and the courtyard was for hotel guests only).  Tommy asked me for my autograph.  Blogger and all, ya know.

Nite.

Oh, and Tom Waits was on Letterman tonight – he checked into our hotel with us.

ME AND BOBBY (DE NIRO)

See that circled blob? That's Bobby.

While I was riding in the taxi to the Greenwich hotel to meet up with Libby in NYC, she texted that she had just said hello to Robert De Niro.  She was paranoid I might get all up in his face when I got there.  Why would she think that?  She really doesn’t know me very well, does she?

(He’s co-owner of this great boutique hotel – it’s fab.)

Our first  thing to cross off our list was a private tour over the Brooklyn Bridge with Linda Sarrel (www.rentanewyorker.com).  I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it before, but I can’t even drive over a bridge.  But I was determined to walk over it to hear the history of the building of the bridge.  I’ve read “The Great Bridge:  The Epic Story of the Building of the Brooklyn Bridge” by David McCullough, which so peaked my interest – enough to get me to walk over it.  Linda was great, full of history of the bridge and the surrounding area.  We weren’t sure if she would “get” us, our sense of humor, but she did.  Libby warned her right off the bat that I had a lot of things wrong with me, and she’d probably hear about all of them from me before we got from one end of the bridge to the other.  Just for that I didn’t tell Linda anything I have wrong with me.  Bet she’s wondering right now just exactly what all my problems are.  Actually, she probably hasn’t thought twice about us.

We took the ferry back to Manhattan as there was little chance of Linda and Libby getting me back on that bridge.  My stomach was in my throat the whole time.  Maybe there was a little hand holding to be had.  I’m always dizzy in one way or another.

As the ferry was docking, Libby suggested we ditch Linda, our guide, really fast so as to get out of having to pay her.  Libby apparently said it too loudly, because all of a sudden Linda siddled up really close to both of us, and she reminded us she had sneakers on, we did not.

Libby thinks I’m high maintenance.  She always has to tell me how smart I am or how pretty/beautiful I am.  I don’t see anything wrong with that.

Peace Out,

Sarah, MD, PhD

I'm prettier, right?