Four full days of touring, partying, and fucking our way through New York is an amazing yet daunting proposition.
TOO daunting, actually. Last night we got home after a lot of touristing and a visit to the Museum of Sex followed by a fetish party and the three of us got into bed and... passed out immediately. Sometimes that's all three naked perverts in a hotel room in a foreign city with no obligations can do.
Sometimes we can do more. I think they're doing it right now while I sit here hunched over my netbook like some kind of extreme megadork. Talk to you later, Internet.