Washington, D.C.

So far on the trip we've been trying to get a postcard from every state we hit to post up on the front of the bluebird. This was pretty easy

Joysie Shore and Philly

Bubby and Nick checking out the sunset in NJWe didn't really follow these rules, except the last one under the "Don't" headline. Click on the picture to make it bigger and see it yourself.

The Jersey Shore

Matty D's summer home.

Geno's Steaks

Gabe munching on a Philly cheesesteak.

After New York we set south on I-95 towards New Jersey. Some people call it New Joysie, and those people are Matty D and his sister, Holly. We had to get out of our sweet parking spot in the early morning (this means 9am or so to us) and head down the Atlantic. I awoke to Matthew DeSantis saying, "I talked to the Fire Department and the chief said we could park in the lot for the weekend." Matty D took great care of us, we played pick-up basketball on the bay side and went swimming on the ocean side. Unfortunately we were only able to stay for the night and had to head down towards Fred City, but other people like to call it Philadelphia. The only reason for stopping off in this city - besides West Philly basketball courts and the Rocky steps - had to be the cheesesteaks. They were better than SF in terms of rudeness, but couldn't compare in taste. We'll always love Jay's. Everything was great, nonetheless.

New York, New York

Blue's new home.Mikey riding the subway.

Grand Central Station

Central Park

Times Square

The Waldorf-Astoria let us onto their roof, who knew?

On top of the Waldorf

So far parking hasn't been exactly easy in most of our destinations, but nowhere have we been completely up a tree. We were told over and over that parking in Manhattan would be a complete mess and nearly impossible. This proved to have no merit whatsoever as we quickly found a spot for the bus right there in Midtown. The Bluebird Bus Gods have been shining on us so far, I guess. We got into the spot late on a Friday night and as luck would have it, we had the spot without a meter all the way until Monday morning. It was kind of like having our own place, right there at west 22nd and 7th. Immediately after pulling in we decided to put to the test if New York really was the city that never sleeps. We all went to bed before the city, but it was still a fun night. The next day we got up to hit the town to see all the sights. After walking around all day we came back home to find out Joseph had gotten us all tickets to a comedy show that evening. We all had some good laughs and had a nice night out on the town, preparing to head down to the Jersey shore to meet up with one of our lost comrades.

New England

Checking out a bridge in Rhode Island

Jumping off that same bridge in Rhode Island.

Mikey working on his canvass.

Pat, Erin, and Matt - our new Boston friends

Mike checking out the town.
One of our few shots of Boston.

Rhode Island and Boston, Massachusetts were our two big stops in this area and they both proved to be good times. We rolled into the Ocean State with seven busboys and were luck enough to come out with eight. Joe showed us around Newport for the afternoon then hopped on and we headed south towards Boston. Beantown treated us well showing us Paul Revere's house, Fenway Park, and a couple of kids from BC/BU who were just as entertained by us as we were by them. We made an agreement that if they let us paint their faces, we would put them up on our blog - which is now apparently a privilege. We tried to see some more sights on our way out of town but couldn't only accomplish to get lost a number of times. Boston was then added to a number of big cities that we hastily left with some amount of frustration. We've loved them all anyways.