Sunday morning we finally managed to hook up with Jim and Carie and ended up having
breakfast at an IHOP. Then
we spent the whole afternoon drinking beer and watching football in a sports bar
in Queens (INSTEAD OF GOING INTO FRIGGIN' MANHATTAN). Aaron and Laurie have now been to
New York for about four days without seeing much at all of the island. What a bunch of sad
losers. It poured while we were at the sports bar, and we waited about 30 extra minutes for
the cab trip back to the hotel - then changed and started predrinking in the lounge at the
Sheraton where we finally met Duane. Turned out we got bum information from somebody who
told Duane we were supposed to stay out of the way until 6:25; when we finally went up to
the wedding we were in BIG TROUBLE for being late.
