We drive to Woodstock, almost...
02.01.2010
So this morning we flipped a coin in the car and it told us to go to Bethel, NY, the place where the famous you know, Woodstock thing happened.
We knew it wouldn't look like anything in the winter, but that wasn't the point of it.
After Dave's dad called him, he had a change of heart and decided we should turn back and go home. His dad was kind of worried that we would get in an accident I think.
So we missed Woodstock by maybe an hour drive. I figure it probably wouldn't look any different than any other field in New York, but who knows.
We just drove back home the same way we got here. We stopped at the Duty Free and Dave smuggled in some native cigarettes. With my crazy record, I did not chance it.
On the way back, the 416 was backed up with TWO PLOWS driving SIDE BY SIDE for about an hour. It was so crazy. I had heard of this happening in urban myths, but I had never witnessed it myself. Incredible.
And that's the end of the trip! I managed to get to bed before midnight and start 2010 on a kind of random and awkward foot.
But hey, that's how she goes.
Update: Dave finally sent me the list of things we did in Albany, so in no particular order:
1. Made faces at a baby.2. Bomber's Burrito Bar, the night before it closed for a month.3. Drank terrible alcohol/speed thing, and luckily didn't have a heart attack
4. Karaoke'd Renegades of Funk and Dirty Old Town 5. Saw the modernist Stonehenge and an after-hours mall with beautiful paintings in it6. Saw the winter light show
7. Saw a terrible punk band and left without paying8. Passed by Cairo, Amsterdam, and Mexico.9. Conquered the catskills.10. Almost went to Woodstock
