Not pictured are many of the seven zillion people I saw while in NYC. While we were there, I saw Corina, Kate, Colleen, Kymm, Tracing, Sarah, the other Sarah, Maya, and a whole bunch of Jenfu's friends and family members and assorted random other people. Everyone was fabulous.

Also I accidentally took videos of us eating hot dogs at Gray's Papaya. As amusing and embarrassing as these videos are, I have no idea how to post them. In addition to Gray's Papaya, we also ate at Two Boots pizza and had high tea at Tea and Sympathy. (That was all one meal.)

I also did not get a picture of the map in the plane, which showed that we landed in NYC, but took off from Wyoming. I also did not get a picture (because how does one capture it) of Jen and I, loopy from Valium, loudly proclaiming how much we missed our lesbian ranch in Wyoming, with its cows that say "baroooo" and chickens that go "flap flap flap" as they ride across the hills on the backs of the cows, and our brands for the cows that say "THIS IS OUR COW." Also the Wyoming song, which we sang repeatedly all weekend. Here are the lyrics:

Wyoming!
Wyoming!
Why aren't I there?
Inside the square
of Wyoming?
In the gloaming.
Where the cows are roaming.
Home sweet home... ing.

There are also hand gestures, but my abilities fail me. You're going to have to ask to see them sometime. Instead, here is our lesbian wedding photo:

And now, various random other things.

One of the best things about the trip was having dinner at Fancypants (possibly not its real name), the restaurant where Jenfu's brother works as a pastry chef. His name is on the menu and everything! The meal was indescribably good. We had VIP treatment, with the chef coming over to brag about Jen's brother's "well-developed palate" and the staff sending out of free food, such as tiny ice cream cones and scallopy nibbly bits. Fabulous wine, PHENOMENAL desserts. I was so proud of him, and he's not even my brother!

Jenfu and I went with Rod to the sex museum in New York. It sucks; don't bother. Go straight to Amsterdam if you want a sex museum. We also went to the Natural History Museum and saw the Hall of Biodiversity. And then we got kicked out and inspired a guard to say on his walkie talkie: "The area is clear except for tourists taking a photo of the giant squid."

We also went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Which, of course. You have to. Here are a few pictures from that venture:

We spent Mother's Day with Jenfu's fam in New Jersey. The only way I can describe it is to show you this example of home decor:

Also, on a far more serious note, we went to the World Trade Center subway stop. It was important to me to see it before they build something over it and it all looks relatively normal. I wanted to see with my own eyes something I had only seen on television. And I am so grateful that Jenfu, with her own feelings and experiences, agreed to go with me.

It was night, and we emerged from the tunnel to see the footprint of one of the towers. The station itself is a beautiful monument, with quotes about the city that are hopeful and lovely. There is one small placard that explains you are standing on the surviving floor of the World Trade Center. And that's all. It is subtle and tasteful and heartwrenching. It hit me like I didn't expect. And I'm glad I was there.