A bagel. Walking over the Brooklyn bridge. The sunny day. Cheesecake with Helen. Discovering Brooklyn. Listening to the voice messages we sent Stuart. Black coconut ash ice-cream and condensed milk. The huge ubers. The feminist shop.
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Day one in New York. The Highline, getting into the Whitney and the Guggenheim for free, walking through central park, meeting amazing dogs, cheesecake, seeing lots of American things and going on the subway for the first time. With Holly hustling us on and then immediately off, saying ‘was there a shit in there?!’
Staying up till 5am by mistake, sending Stuart lots of voice messages and talking about sex for an hour in the bathroom before bed.
Wearing a plastic bib and gloves to eat boil in the bag shellfish for dinner.
Emails went down. So we went to buy biscuits instead.
Jana managed to upgrade our seats to the ones with extra legroom and made absolutely sure that there are no babies in the vacinity. What a travel partner!
I’m in New York!
Seeing a cute cocker spaniel that reminded me of Dingo.
Getting life shit done. Unblocking drains, buying secret Santa presents and white tops and making a very neat To Do list.
The Thanksgiving party, complete with anti-Trump decorations and all the food you could ever wish for. Oh and Rock Band.
Waking up to the news that the Americans voted Obama back in. Thank god.
Picking up another big box of freebies to write about for work…
…And then having a lovely bath with some of them
Three little things 