One week down 13.5 to go

Brian enjoying a "Shark Attack" concrete- basically chocolate custard with chocolate truffle, sprinkles and chocolate chunks. 
See we were actually there
The obnoxious guy sitting two tables over, I didnt mean to catch him in this pose. 
Our dinner
The menu
The line
Pottery Barn AND Williams Sonoma!

Today marks the end of our first week in New York, I wasn’t quite sure that we would make it but thankfully we have survived to blog about it. In celebration (not really) of making it through the first week we decided to go see some of the sites today- after I finished at my internship we headed off. Our plan was just to go visit FAO Swartz and then go grab a quick and cheap dinner/lunch. On our way we got distracted, we visited Banana Republic, Pottery Barn, Williams Sonoma (next door to each other) and Crate and Barrel. This confirmed my opinion that Pottery Barn has wonderful items for sale- too expensive for me, but still exactly what I am looking for, yes I know it is mass produced and yes I know it is likely that I will have the same couch/curtains/bedding/table etc as someone else but I don’t care- still pretty uniqueness is obviously not my thing.  After visiting all the girly shops we headed to FAO Swartz- this place is filled with all the toys that a spoiled rich kid needs, seriously who buys their kid a life sized stuffed Dalmatian,, baby rhino, or panda? Really what kid needs that- I have to admit despite the hype it isn’t worth it- cool but seeing as how I am not 5 not worth it. We also went to the Apple store- conveniently located next to FAO Swartz- pretty fun, something for everyone. Finally we headed over to the Shake Shack. The Shake Shack is just what it sounds, it is a little building in Madison Square Park. We waited in line for what seemed like a year but in actuality was more like 45 minutes, the burgers were good, the fries were lunchroom fries (better when you add the 20,000 calorie plastic cheese to them, the shake was great. While we were sitting and eating (you eat at tables in the park) we couldn’t help but overhear the conversation next to us… I took a picture of the individual, we sat there for about 45 minutes (we couldn’t leave we just had to hear what he was going to say next) and the guy never stopped talking, seriously a continuous stream of things no one cares about. I have come to the conclusions that white males, well really any well dressed male between 22 and 30 in Manhattan thinks he is way cooler than he actually is. At first I thought I was just being mean but time and time again they prove me right. This guy was a complete idiot, I just needed a picture to show you how cool he was.