nEw YoRk!

So the first pic is of the famous Naked Cowboy, not all that exciting. So Police officers really ride horses right in the city. I had to get a picture with the cop because well I was fascinated.

Branson and Morgan are funny, and that is me and Kev at the place where John Lennon got shot dead!

So Kevin is rude to me sometimes and calls me a midget, hence the picture. The picture of Kev and I, is us in front of the wonderful New York Subway. K so now I want to go back.....

Oh except for the fact that it is dangerous and Kevin had to use his sexy cop moves to break up a fight that broke out in a deli with some local shaved headed, pony tailed, tattooed men and a very old deli store owner. Once the brawl broke out I was shoved into a glass cheesecake case and ended up on the floor. Branson helped me and stayed near me to comfort me while I watched Kevin throw himself into the fiery pit of what I thought was his imminent death. Yes Kevin saved the life of the old store owner, all the while I was screaming and getting mad at Kevin for even thinking that it was OK to get involved when we were in a foreign place (well foreign to me) I could not even call 911 because how do I tell them where I am? "Oh, um yes we are in Manhattan in a small Deli owned by an Asian....." Ya so as you can see my paranoia was warranted, especially when Kevin was using his police choke hold on the aggressor and using his leg to keep the adrenaline rushed store owner away from the mess. Once he started speaking Spanish in the ear of the scary drunk man he seemed to calm down. Kevin heard one of his friends call him "Carlos" so he used that to his advantage. I just kept thinking we were going to die there. Once Kevin calmed the situation down he shoved the bad guy out the door and stood facing the door kind of like a modern day cowboy with his hands on his hips and stern stance that conveyed the message "Leave." The drunken fool stumbled around ripped off his hoody and looked at Kevin as if to say, "Want a piece of this?" Kevin stood his ground, and the man left. We left just as fast and headed in the opposite direction. This is when I realized that my adrenaline exits my body through my eyeballs because all I did in the middle of Midtown Manhattan was cry and hyperventilate and cry some more. Who cared if strangers saw me....We were in New York nobody cares what you do and how you look, except the non New Yorkers KEVIN and BRANSON. They were very rude to me and kept saying why are you crying. Needless to say I am proud of Kevin that he was able to diffuse what could have been a very bad situation for the store owner. So maybe New York is not on my list of vacations for the next few years. Maybe we will try Oregon next.