Thursday — After a late night returning the rental car — we put 2,500 miles on it in the past week — we made it to our hotel in midtown. It was at this point, again, we realized we can never be rich. We don’t want to have to dress like we’re rich, they all look like idiots.

Kristin doesn’t want to wear gigantic sunglasses, horribly ugly, uncomfortable shoes. I don’t want to have to unbutton my shirts halfway down my chest so everyone can see my gold chains. Neither of us want to pay more than $30 for a pair of blue jeans. Of course I do, are you insane?! It’s hard to find a good pair of jeans for less than $50!

So yeah, we were at a pretty swank hotel. Lots and lots of people with money, which meant that in addition to the rich retirees and trust-fund kids, there was a ton of Eurotrash as well. It wasn’t pretty.

I took a quick trip up to Columbia University in the morning while the wife slept in. I wanted to get a hat and some pictures. Unfortunately, because it took forever — and three trains — to get there from the hotel, I only got the hat.

From there we took the train downtown and toured the Statue of Liberty. I’m sure it sounds odd, but I’ve been to New York a bunch of times and I’ve never had time to do the touristy stuff. I’ve always wanted to see the Statue of Liberty, so I dragged my prone-to-motion sickness wife on the ferry and out we went. From the island, the statue was more beautiful than I ever could have imagined. I’m so glad we got to see it. I guess I’m unamerican, but I really didn’t care about seeing the Statue. I was so tired by this point in our non-relaxing vacation, that I didn’t care if I saw one more thing–ever.

We also walked around the World Trade Center site and Wall Street. All boring stuff, but fun to see.

The night was spent at a Mexican restaurant that came highly recommended. Kristin ordered guacamole and next thing we knew a guy came out with a tray full of limes, avacados and whatnot and made it right there, from scratch. To me, it still tasted like garbage. Kristin said it was good though. It was amazing!! The best guacamole ever! Joe is crazy.

In between seranades from the mariachi band, we ordered our food. Well, I tried to order anyway. I told the waiter what I wanted and he recommended something else. I couldn’t hear exactly what he said, but I agreed anyway. The waiter definitely earned his tip from that suggestion.

I ended up with three enchiladas. One chicken, one a mix of lobster, crab and shrimp and the third filet mignon. It was the most delicious Mexican meal I’ve ever had. The most expensive Mexican meal I’ve ever had as well, but we were on our honeymoon, so it was all right.

From there, the wife and I called it a night and headed back to the hotel to rest up for our flight the next day. We were really looking forward to sleeping in our own bed and playing with our puppy.

As always, all photos from the honeymoon can be found at flickr.com/josephleenovak