NYC Meets CWMP

Alright, people of New York City. It is my distinct pleasure to announce that I will be rocking your fair city this weekend. Right when I get in town, I'm going to lunch with Giuliani. After that, I'm taking batting practice with the Yankees. I should be free the rest of my time there, unless I'm pressed into emergency duty at the stock exchange.

Not being much of a world traveler, I've never ventured to those parts. And while I won't step foot for another 64 hours, I can already tell you my initial estimation: expensive. Here in the Red States, we have a little place known as Motel 6. In exchange for a door that locks and a toilet that flushes, you give them $50. I suspect that in New York, the Motel 6 rep must've been mauled at the airport by a crazed playwright or something: there is no place in that city to stay for a non-millionaire. Given the prices, I'm curious what these rooms are like; I imagine dolphins in the pool and bidets every 10 feet.

Needless to say, I'm not staying at one of those places. No, I'm staying at a place I like to call the Hobo Dungeon. From what I've read about it, it's a nice place. However, every time I think of the price, I think to myself, "Yep, definite Hobo Dungeon." It's a hostel, and I've never stayed at one of those (again, not a world traveler). I'm not really sure what it is. What separates hotel from hostel from homeless shelter? At hotels, they give you soap and at homeless shelters, lots of people pee the bed; tell me I get the best of both at this place.

So, New York this weekend, because I like to live by the seat of my pants. If anyone has any NYC experiences that I need to jump on, point it towards the comments and may the Lord have mercy on that poor city.