Brooklyn Bridge
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All I knew was that the buses ran only until about 8pm and we were waaaay down south. There was no way we were walking back to Midtown in 40 degree weather at night. My only concern was somehow sneaking back onto a bus and getting back to the warmth of our hotel room in one piece. After a brief chat with the tour guide she let us on. With it being ass cold everyone wanted to stay inside on the lower level and we were forced to stay on top with the rest of the latecomers. I didn’t care. How bad could it be really? We were on our way home. 45 minutes later I could care less about what she said in her tour guide – we were literally freezing (the windchill at night seemed like it was 10 degrees). We got off at Rockefellar Center finally and went into the nearest shop just to wipe the frozen snot off our cheeks. Just kidding. They weren’t frozen.

We were spent and all I cared about was getting some sleep and chalking this day up as a wash. There’s always tomorrow.