Ok, no she wasn't. Kat was exactly the person I thought she was, which is a very good thing! It only even took her about 5 minutes to send a text to her husband telling him I wasn't a serial killer, either. Glad I make a good first impression, but really? I could've faked it for 5 minutes, right? (Note: I'm NOT a serial killer.)
I took zero pictures, so that's not going to help you at all, but we went to a delicious wine bar/tapas place that seems a bit like a speak-easy because the door is impossible to find. We shared 4, would've had more, but had to run to "catch" my train. Which I missed. So I bought another ticket for a local train which ended up putting me on with a fairly scary homeless man who kept yelling at all of us that got back to NYC at 11:00 pm. I then had to catch a subway to get me closer to my hotel, then walk about 6 blocks by myself at night. The good news is that serial killers generally didn't seem to be roaming the streets yesterday, and I made it home just fine. Obviously, there is much more to say, but...shock of all shocks, I don't have time. I just wanted to reassure everyone I was alive and well.