J and J meet J

Well we chickened out after the ordeal of flying and the concerned expressions on all the faces of those when we indicated we were taking the Subway. We took a shuttle bus which while it was suppose to drop us off at our hotel, dropped us at Grand Central for a while, during which time we met J, specifically Jose, we also met Maureen, and a music director for the Fully Monty at the Playhouse and gawked at a young lady wearing a crinoline for a skirt. Jose tried to help us lighten the exhausted mood, as J like I (S&P) worked yesterday, and then bordered what was to be a red eye, but turned into something altogether different, though still red inducing. The redness was more in our faces as we fumed with the frustration of an incredibly cold cabin, overhead lights and screaming, running, shrieking children. Now don't get me wrong, as most days I come across like a child hater, it more the parents who believe that at 12pm PST your child should be jumping up and down on their seat screeching like a little banshee. Maybe I'm just tired, yes you know that would be accurate, wake for 26hours and I've had maybe 2 hours of interrupted sleep. However, the city is beautiful, it's hopeful and positive as J has noticed and it is cultured, because we currently sitting in a clean, safe and lovely Starbucks. We made it to NYC baby, now can I please have a shower?