Cody and I flew to New York City Friday morning and enjoyed the weekend away. Friday night we ate at this Italian restaurant that made you feel like anything could go down at any moment. Like a hitman might make his move. The food was great and we escaped unshot. On Saturday we took in a Broadway show, The Little Mermaid. We found ourselves in most of the toy stores, funny how without kids it is fun to look. I kept hearing in my head "NEW YORK CITY" from the Pace Picante Sauce commericial, is that weird?