To the poor girl's credit, it was odd of the old man to ask her to mind it while he looked at modern art. She panicked. Art school didn't prepare her to deal with sandwich queries.
Last night I went to the top of the Empire State Building and let me tell you nothing says romance like a full security check. Why the scene where Meg Ryan has to remove her belt and have her handbag scanned didn't make the final cut I'll never know.
It was a little foggy yesterday so we only had "FIVE MILES VISIBILITY" as the uniformed attendants continually informed us. Like I know how far a mile is.
I just got in before the rain started up again. although the rain did look kind of pretty falling over the lights of New York.
Today, as well as eavesdropping on sandwich related conversations, I rode the subway. Like a ride. Largely this was due to getting on trains going in the opposite direction to the way I actually wanted them to. My newly shod feet were pleased though.
(Check out my new kicks!)
They're feeling a little abused after my super hike to the East Village on thursday. It sure is a nice village though.
Then I ate a burger and finally remembered not to order coffee. It's always shit.
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