So at the last minute, my travel partner from last year who is also a Field Lieutenant (FLT) for this year was pulled back to his market to work. I was drafted to do two back to back camps. Injured. This is that story...
I made an entrance:
Then I attempted to avoid death by cabbie...
I started practicing my hitch hiking skillz...
I lived and made it to the hotel! Yay! But I left my blacklight at home... which is probably a good thing given the instructions on the back of the door.
Then I joined up with my temporary travel partner, The Lone Ranger (get it? He no longer has an official partner, poor guy) and we wandered around and saw some sites. We also had lunch with Patricia and Tiffany, our core team members for this camp.
I found a random mirror...
And some W.T.F. Rice...
And, right next to each other, candy jars with the two names I've ever gone by...
An address that leaves signs for others as itself...
A Siamese Connection...
A Fallout Shelter...
The walkway to the Central Park Zoo (and Cafeteria)...
Keep Park Clean... no need for unnecessary words... you know, to tie things together.
With Kevin in Central Park...
Look! I'm now with Patricia in Central Park, on the super awesome bridge.
I was extra goofy in Central Park... we were all throwing out as many movies as we could think of that have scenes in Central Park, bonus points if there is singing and/or a love interest found there...
We epic failed on a Radio City Music Hall selfie...
I was a dorkilicious rule breaker...
And we went to Best Buy... and yes, we have matching Mophies. This is a very important picture. Kevin is ordering us a cab... from Uber, the coolest cab company ever. There's no haggling, no tip math. It's all done from the app. You have the name and photo of your cabbie, what they're driving, and it's like a friend coming to pick you up. All payment is handled by the app, your friend from Uber picks you up and drops you off without any fuss.
My Up band says we walked just over 8 miles today. Phew, I'm ready for bed!
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