Sunday, 30 December 2012

New Jersey/York by Day

Monster day shopping in Hoboken with super deals on CK jeans at Macy's and found my favourite online shoe store (Journey's) had an actual shop which I promptly lost my shit at.

Walking back to Casey's post-shop we experienced the giddy highs of molesting a toy soldier in a pseudo beach. This is probably the only time i will say South Bank does it better. the simple fact Newport Beach had snow on top of its sand didn't really help its cause. Although, unlike South Bank, there were no used nappies discarded in the garden, which was rather pleasant.

Headed into New York in the early afternoon. The sky's were fairly clear so we headed to the Empire State Building (Although, like true knowledgable tourists, we kept confusing each other by referring to it as the Eiffel Tower - fortunately we didn't ask for directions).
After queuing in a queue outside for 20 minutes we got into the building then joined queue after queue until eventually, 2 hours later we were on the observatory floor on the 86th level. A spectacular view to say the least, but it was now night time (Bloody Northern hemisphere winters) so the lights were twinkling gorgeously away. We were on the last side of our observatory circumference when all of the sudden some malicious force from above switched on an icicle-ridden version of the Dyson power hand dryer and just about blew Casey, myself and the other minuscule amoebas off the roof. With fingers and teeth (exposed during smiling) chilled to the marrow we returned inside.

After we returned to the ground (probably best not to ever say Ground Zero here) we hunted for somewhere to eat. We decided on Scotty's Diner where we proceeded to consume our own weight in cholesterol. Our waiter made Basil Fawlty look like a cool, calm individual and insisted on having kittens and working himself into quite a state. Understandably he was working by himself but I think neither customer nor service were present in his vocabulary as he turned everything into a personal attack. It must be nice not having to work for a tip in NY seeing as clientele are expected to pay an absolute bottom-of-the-gutter minimum of 10%.

Stopped for one brew before heading home. Keen for an early one if I'm to stay up til ungodly o'clock tomorrow!

Yeeeeeeeow!! Happy New Year!! (Yet one more thing America is behind with!)








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