A few weeks ago, Bart and I started discussing Thanksgiving in great detail.
For the last two years, we’ve spent it with friends in Austin. It required a total of five minutes of travel, practically no cost, and allowed me to volunteer for the fun parts (dessert, sweet potatoes, turkey), and then lay around on Ralphie‘s living room floor. I am a little heartbroken not to be repeating the festivities this year.
Sadly, plane tickets to Austin for Thanksgiving would have cost $1200. Sorry, Texas friends, we don’t love you quite that much. Or at least our savings account doesn’t.
Instead, we’ve decided to go to New York City for Thanksgiving. We can get there for a fraction (and I mean FRACTION) of the cost it would be to fly somewhere, we can priceline a hotel, and basically just live it up.
This is the part where you come in. I know that lots of you have visited New York numerous times or have even lived there. Tell me what we should see, where we should go, where we should eat, what areas to stay in (or avoid at all costs), etc. If it’s about NYC, I want to know it.
(Also, for the last three years, Bart has spent the morning of Thanksgiving raking the leaves in our front yard (we had two enormous trees), stacking up a dozen bags or more for the garbage man. I have a feeling he won’t miss that bit of the festivities at all).