Weeeeellll....at the moment, I'm unemployed, and living at home with my parents (in NJ, instead of in the city, where I'd lived since I was 18). So less than ideal and not really "normal life." And not a ton of privacy, at home. So we're definitely going to be in the city, doing my version of tourist stuff (ie, the best pierogies in Greenpoint, not Planet Hollywood). But thanks everyone, I'll try to take a chill pill about getting it all in--after all, (hopefully) this won't be, by far, his last visit to New York.
When I was over there in February/March, I ended up doing almost no London tourist things at all. Some of my friends and family were horrified but some got that that's not why I was there. He got some terrible news while I was there (his best friend's fiancee learned that she would die of cancer, within a fortnight--she ended up dying within a week, but after I left) and we would just rather stay in bed, snuggling and watching funny TV on the internet than go out much.