We got off the train at the Christopher St station and looked in some of the "gay stores". It was a beautiful day and we were content to stroll down the street peeking into many of the stores. In one of them I bought the bracelet and peace sign pendant I'm wearing in this photo:
Then we arrived at the park Lisa had mentioned at the end of Christopher St called Hudson River Park. It was beautiful! To the right of Spouse is a fountain, but I accidentally cut if off when I zoomed in.
After showers, Spouse & I headed back to Christopher St to meet up with the other bloggers for a 'West Village Gay Bar Tour', or 'Drunken Dust Bunny Pub Crawl', if you will. We met up with David Dust, Miss Ginger Grant, Howard, Mistress Maddie and her Boy-Toy, Marker and his husband, TrannyBeth, ZombieMom, and Kailyn at Pieces. Here's David Dust in one of the rare moments when he wasn't laughing, as TrannyBeth pays careful attention.
Then we moved onto Marie's Crisis but I have no pictures there because I left the camera in our bag which we had to check at the door. Then it was onto Garage, which is famous for its jazz groups. The trio performing while we were there absolutely fantastic!
These 2 lovely ladies were just delightful!
Then the 4 of us rode the 1 train together to 42nd St where TrannyBeth and ZombieMom got off and walked to their hotel, and Spouse & I switched to the 7 train heading back to Lisa's. We collapsed into bed at 3:30 am, which is really late for old farts like us! But it was worth it, since we had a BALL hanging out with all the Dust Bunnies who came to NYC. We made some GREAT friends whom we can hardly wait to see again. And, Darling David took such great care of everyone.
9:30 Sun morning seemed to come in the blink of an eye, but I drug myself out of bed and into the shower. I recounted to Lisa the past night's antics while Spouse showered. Then Lisa made us homemade biscuits and coffee for breakfast. Wasn't that sweet of her? Homemade crackers on Thurs and homemade biscuits on Sun. She really spoiled us with her Martha Stewart ways.
We packed our bags, tidied up our room, and at 11:30 we said our goodbyes to Lisa and took our last train ride of the weekend to 34th St where we got onto the BoltBus. I wanted nothing more than to sleep on the bus ride back to Cherry Hill NJ where our car was parked, but despite my near dilirium, I just couldn't fall asleep. I can never sleep in cars or on plains.
On the drive home we stopped at Meding & Sons seafood restaurant for dinner, which is exactly what we did on our way home from NYC last Oct. We both had the delicious Captain's Feast, a combo platter with a bit of all things seafood. Yum! A fitting end to a perfect trip.