Checking out the view from the Empire State Building is something everyone in New York has to do, some unwritten law. Me and a small gang went at night but a word to the wise: if it's so cold and gusty on street level that you think NYC needs to steal the Windy City moniker from Chicago, it's gonna be a zillion times worse 86 floors above. At least the lines are practically zero at night. After a maze of ropes, people trying to sell you things, and two elevators, you get up there and do battle with tourists and couples making out (gross). So I was glad to say I've been to the Empire State Building, but I'd done Top of the Rock before at night, and they were pretty similar.
This frickin' idiot guy DROPPED MY PRECIOUSSSS DIGITAL CAMERA ONTO CONCRETE; I cringed, I nearly cried, I almost killed him. But the camera seems to be fine, to my amazement. Go Canon!
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