Sunday breakfast:

We decided, for efficiency's sake, to eat breakfast in the hotel restaurant. We were escorted to the "best view in New York", a nice table with a good view of Times Square.
The streets are still kinda sleepy at 8 a.m. There are a few people around and the Grey Line bus was loading people for city tours.
They had a very nice buffet with lots of typical breakfast stuff, eggs, pancakes, sausage, bacon, potatoes, pastries, fruit, you name it. It was $22. We both had the blueberry pancakes for $13. Coffee was $3 and the orange juice that he brought at the same time as the coffee (I opted out, Liz opted in) was $4.
The "Best view in New York" does not come without a price.
The sun is rising on another perfect spring day in New York City. There is not a cloud in the sky.
Hmm, forgot to post that last one. It's now 10:05 a.m. and we just got back from mass at St. Malachy's church, The Actor's Chapel, right across the street and 3/4 of a block from the hotel. They sang the Agnus Dei in Latin and even though I haven't sung that in decades, the words came back to me.
There were at least 5 policemen outside the church and about 3 cruisers. Nice to have all that protection.
There are some men crawling around on the roof of a 16 story building down there. It makes the blood vessels in my legs just throb just watching them. There are little balcony's on all of the "luxury rentals" apartments on the building right next to our window. I hope nobody goes out there. Not only do I get nervous being up this high, it makes me more nervous to see other people out there.
Registration for the conference is in about 50 minutes and then I'll be "locked in" for the rest of the week? I wish I could say my emotion was joy. It's fear.
Ciao, babies!!