No I'm not in New York. Last year after I returned to Boston from France. I took the train to Washington, D.C. where two of my cousins, James and Cavet, were doing fall semester internships. After a few days there where I wandered around trying to find stuff I hadn't already done in previous trips, visiting my mom, we headed to New York City on a bus to meet up with another cousin, Kathryn. She was there for work. I planned on sleeping on the floor, because I wasn't part of the original plan. However, Kath's boss gave up his super suite so we'd be more comfortable. Holy cow, were we more comfortable. Try the 51st floor of the New York Palace hotel with a view of St. Patrick's Cathedral and Rockefeller Plaza. Luckily there were a few sofas for me to use, so no floor crashing this trip. (James on left, Cavet on right.)
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