I also dragged Sean to three different H&Ms. I think even he was impressed with the NY stores' awesomeness. It is a good thing I tried to keep in mind that I'm going to be getting muy gordo because otherwise I think I could have done some major spending damage. I did pick up a couple of maternity shirts, which was an interesting experience in itself. How am I supposed to know how fat I'm going to get? On our way to this last store, we decided to ride in one of those bike carriage things (I'm sure there is an official name for them, but I obviously don't know what it is). Our "driver" was a young guy from Russia and was quite the little daredevil. We criss-crossed through NY traffic like it was nobody's business and I kid you not, on our final turn, the back wheels of our carriage skidded around the corner. At that point we couldn't even contain our laughter. I hope the nice Russian man was not offended by we unsophisticated Yanks.
Since Wicked and H&M were basically my choices in entertainment, Sean decided we ought to go to the top of the Empire State Building. Luckily our wait wasn't too horrible (a little more than an hour). It was a pretty hazy day, but the view was still worth it. We were laughing because the elevators to get to the top go about 50 floors in the same amount of time the elevator in our apartment building goes 3. Here's a few pictures from the top: