Day Three: Take your ass home.

Day three went something like this:

More brekkie at Petros, actual shopping on the Mag Mile (my take? A pastel leather passport wallet), lunch at Pizzeria Due (across from the first Pizzeria Uno), train to airport, lots of delays, and a return to a snowy, slushy Manhattan. Meh.

But I'll be back!

Drinky-drink tally: Are you nuts? None.
Calorie tally: I could only eat half my personal pizza after the veggie plate. But what I ate was good, in the way that Unos everywhere are good.
No brawlin', whorin' or excessive cussin'.