4: Outside the wedding banquet in Chinatown
Linking to anchors currently broken, so you'll have to scroll to see the medium version of the picture you clicked on.
We spent a good half hour trying to convince reluctant lusers that we weren't going to
have a bachelors' party (a lie) and then drove around for an hour in the minivan, including
a silly search for gas on Manhattan (they noticed the fuel light was on as we were passing
near Times Square). We adjourned to the 8th floor lounge in the Marriot Grand Marquis, the
hotel in which I stayed during my last trip to New York on IBM's dollar. Several drinks
later we somehow convinced the groom to go with us to the BP while Bernie & Laurie caught
the 7-train back to Flushing. That's where Saturday's tour ends - there are no pictures of
the exercise in pathetic futility called Legs Diamond.
