don't take your guns to town- nyc part I

okay,

perhaps a poorly placed title reference????

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friday night-

we just maybe missed our 6-ish train from boston to the city

on friday night

and had to catch the last one of of that evening.

results: very late to bed.

no matter.

our visit to the museum of the american gangster

{and refreshing walk through the streets of new york to east village-

glorious street markets!}

on saturday was nothing short of entertaining.

while it's not entirely operational just yet,

a superbly entertaining guide gives previews a couple times a day.

bestest and i had a tour all to ourselves.

please note,

this is probably the closest i've ever been to anything

remotely related to a gun . . .

well,

except for maybe a super soaker.

{kind of makes me want to go shooting???

my poor mother is probably gasping for air as she reads this.}

i am, obviously,

not the gangster aficionado that is my best friend.

she took this visit quite seriously

as she has a tiny obsession with gangster-esc things.

i hope our visit was everything she dreamed.