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CSI: NY ficlet
Jul. 31st, 2005 04:44 pm*is gleeful* Dude, why is it that whenever I whine and complain and bitch and moan about having nowhere to go and nothing done and no idea what's going on, I write something that I actually really like, and then realize hey! I know what's going to happen in the next couple chapters of Omerta! (You have no idea what a relief this is. I mean, I know what the bad guys are doing and whodunnit and stuff, but I don't know how interpersonal relationships are going to work or what's going to happen next.) So: in the next couple of days, expect Flack and a guest appearance by Gavin Moran, and then Mac and Stella and Nick.
We were rearranging bookshelves today, and I found the folder of stuff from last year's New York/Boston trip. See, I'm a packrat, I hardly ever throw anything away. And now I have my NY postcards and a map of Boston sitting right next to me. Plus my plane tickets, Metro cards, a map of the Metropolitan Museum of Art (which would have been helpful before I wrote New York Minute, hmm?), ticket stubs from the Statue of Liberty, the Blue Man Group, the Empire State Building, various brochures from the Empire State Building, Lexington and Concord, Salem Witch Mueseum (which we did not actually visit, so I don't know why I have it), the Irish Hunger Memorial (where Will Smith was filming a movie right across from our hotel. Ah, New York), Ellis Island, Plimoth Plantation, playbills from Chicago (New York) and the Blue Man Group (Boston, obviously). It's too bad I don't scrapbook, this stuff could come in handy. See, the reason I have postcards is because I figured out that my pictures suck, so I might as well spend my money on postcards, because the pictures will be better. I don't have Boston postcards; I bet I blew all my money on the Celtic necklace (which I still have the package for *facepalm*) and the Harvard sweatshirt.
I have issues. Also, I hadn't realized I'd been to Ohio. Apparently we had a stopover in Cincinnatti. That must mean our stopover the year before (DC and Williamsburg) was in Chicago. Heh, I love being well-traveled.
Also, a Snafu-verse flashback to eighteen-year-old Danny, just after he gets out of the hospital after Vinnie shot him and Officer Andrew O'Malley died.
( La Cosa Nostra wouldn't have him if he paid in death. )
We were rearranging bookshelves today, and I found the folder of stuff from last year's New York/Boston trip. See, I'm a packrat, I hardly ever throw anything away. And now I have my NY postcards and a map of Boston sitting right next to me. Plus my plane tickets, Metro cards, a map of the Metropolitan Museum of Art (which would have been helpful before I wrote New York Minute, hmm?), ticket stubs from the Statue of Liberty, the Blue Man Group, the Empire State Building, various brochures from the Empire State Building, Lexington and Concord, Salem Witch Mueseum (which we did not actually visit, so I don't know why I have it), the Irish Hunger Memorial (where Will Smith was filming a movie right across from our hotel. Ah, New York), Ellis Island, Plimoth Plantation, playbills from Chicago (New York) and the Blue Man Group (Boston, obviously). It's too bad I don't scrapbook, this stuff could come in handy. See, the reason I have postcards is because I figured out that my pictures suck, so I might as well spend my money on postcards, because the pictures will be better. I don't have Boston postcards; I bet I blew all my money on the Celtic necklace (which I still have the package for *facepalm*) and the Harvard sweatshirt.
I have issues. Also, I hadn't realized I'd been to Ohio. Apparently we had a stopover in Cincinnatti. That must mean our stopover the year before (DC and Williamsburg) was in Chicago. Heh, I love being well-traveled.
Also, a Snafu-verse flashback to eighteen-year-old Danny, just after he gets out of the hospital after Vinnie shot him and Officer Andrew O'Malley died.
( La Cosa Nostra wouldn't have him if he paid in death. )