On Saturday Katy K. wanted to celebrate her return from Mardis Gras in The Big Easy. Sadly, the loose morals, endless booze, and flamboyant costumes were simply too much. She trashed her beads, packed her bags, and hopped the next flight back to The Big Apple.

"Rory, I had to get outta there. Divine retribution will strike again!"

We walked around Central Park to wash away her sins.

This is that cool fountain we always go to.

And this is that cool underpass where Kevin outran the Sticky Bandits.

We saw this guy playing a cello in the bitter cold. I thought about maybe giving him a dollar but didn't want to encourage artistic expression. Ever.

Smile for the camera!

After a quick photo I accidentally dropped Buddha's leash and Gary, John Lennon's keeper, didn't understand the seriousness of the situation. I said, "Gary, this is a big, big deal! IMAGINE what would have happened if a small child were here? There'd be blood on our hands."