Yankee Stadium

On Wednesday, Patrick woke up a little after Marie and I and we all ran through central park. We ran a lap around the Jackie-O reservoir and then a small loop around the north part of the park. Patrick and I commented on our Uncle Paul's letter about jogging on the farm, and Patrick said he didn't have the heart to tell Paul he could run miles without running by buildings. The run was nice with lots of trees, and it was all along wood chips or gravel, no pavement. We got back and showered before departing for the game.
I talked Marie into going to a baseball game with me. Before this trip, I looked in Washington DC, Baltimore, Philly, NY, and Chicago for possible ballgames and the most promising one was Yankee stadium. The Yankees were playing the Rays, and Marie found the tickets on Stubhub.com. We got bleacher seats in the far back, right under the Dunkin Donuts sign. The game was great, except the Yankees won in the bottom of the 10th inning. I was rooting for the Rays. It was fun to be in the house that Ruth built and see the monument park. 
After the game, we returned to the apartment. As we left the subway the skies dumped buckets of rain on us. We made it home fairly dry and ate leftovers with Patrick and his roomates. We then went to attend a movie, "Tell no one." It was a French movie that was Great. Before the show we stopped by Dylan's Candy Store. It was sensory overload. The stairs on the way down to the main store were all sorts of candy put in fiberglass. The soundtrack the whole time played candy themed songs, and there was even a wall of famous people who had come in, put their favorite candy in a dish and signed their names. Intense.
After the movie, Patrick took Marie and I down to the lower East side. This had a downtown Portland feel. It was a very alternative seen and there were lots of restaurants and bars. We settled on a sushi bar close to Tomkin's square and had cheap pitchers of beer and some sushi. We then travelled up the street and had amazing fries at the Belgium Fry Place all the time being entertain with Patrick's stories of running with bulls in Spain. We walked by Washington square and saw some big churches and more large buildings before we headed home. It was a very fun night with high spirits and lots of laughs.