She happens to be on a working tour for Holland America, and they sent her to Pennsylvania to pitch their cruise line to local travelers, and she and her tour partner decided against spending three days in Amish Country, and drove on up to the city to play.
Christina's been to the city before and didn't feel the need to play tourist, so we went to a very empty Coney Island:
"burgers, anyone?"
Christina, all dramatic and wispy at the beach.
This was supposed to be my dramatic picture, except that my hair kept getting in my face, so I had to just assume the moody pose and crack up instead.
She's just so full of wonder. Can't you see it?
After that, we ate some sushi (and experimented with taking flash-less pictures in an ill-lit restaurant:
She's got her purse out (to pay for dinner, yippee!) so you can't see the whole FANTASTIC effect of her cleavage, but let me tell you it was superb!
I'm not sure what this is, other than an advertisement for my rings.
After gorging ourselves on sushi (yum!) we were sorely tempted to just go home and watch Sports Night on DVD, but since we were all dudded up, we went out and hit some bars. And now I know for a fact, that I am the curse. Not a single chit chat all night. Other than my friend the bartender -- but he was highly entertaining, so that made up for a great deal of it.
Come on, Christina looked like a movie star:
And I looked like a fourteen year old:
But we had the best time together we've had in at least two years. Ok, it was the only time we've seen each other in two years. But it was still awesome.
I miss her already.
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