Day 22 - Big Apple

We wake up at the ass crack of dawn and catch a flight to the big city.

We check into the hotel, break in the hotel bed, shower and head out on the town. We shopped and saw the sights stopping every hour at some bar for a drink. We end up heading down to Canal street and as we are stepping out of the cab, get accosted by some Asian lady that doesn't speak English. She is gesturing for us to follow her.

We are a little apprehensive but when in Rome....we follow her around a corner, through some alley into an abandoned building. We probably would have turned around but we saw another couple walk out of the building in one piece so we figured it was OK.

She takes us up some stairs, through an empty floor, up some more stairs to this unmarked door. She unlocks it and quickly ushers us in and then zips away. Inside are hundreds of knock off purses, shoes, shirt, jewelry, etc.

We do some bargain shopping and then attempt to leave. We are stopped at the door by an Asian man that also didn't speak English. He says one word - "police" - and then the whole room gets quiet.

We wait in silence for about 10 minutes when he gets a chirp on his walkie talkie and he ushers us out.

After a lot of walking, some bargain shopping and a good buzz, we head back to the hotel for a quickie and a shower.

We then change and head out on the town. We decide that we aren't going to try any of the fancy restaurants but take our chances at hole-in-the-walls instead.

There is this cute looking Italian restaurant near one of the broadway theaters. However, no one is in it. It is completely empty. We decide to take our chances and give it a try. It is one of the best meals I have had! As we are leaving, we see a queue of people lined up to go into a show. We tell them how great the restaurant is so that it gets some business. One good deed done for the day!

We then proceed to bar hop. As it is Sunday night, the clubs are hit or miss. Mostly miss. We go from bar to bar, club to club each time asking for a reference for what is good on Sunday nights from the bartendars.

We finally end up at this Salsa club in midtown. It is happening but not our scene. We ask the bartendar where we should go next and she refers us to this "pretty people" place that she thinks we would find suites our style. We hop in a taxi and go to the club.

The place has a line but we confidentally walk up to the side of the velvet rope and they usher us right in. It pays to dress for success and have a hottie at your side!

The club is great! Hot women, good music and a dance floor. My girl and I dance some and then when her feet hurt, we sit down and people watch. My girl doesn't mind when I point out hot women so I point a few out and so does she. One of the ones I pointed out coincidentally drifts over to us. I open her up and she sits and talks with us for a while.

We stay until the wee hours of the morning and head back to the hotel for some drunken sex before we pass out.