Unfortunately, Cam is lacking a Ned Kelly style beard and black rimmed spectacles, so that kind of gives us away as tourists. But the good thing about the hipsters, is that wherever they go, proper coffee can be found.
We’re staying in a lovely, serene little apartment that looks out over a church roof and a leafy courtyard. I am so envious of the owner of this apartment. Who are these people who live here and go about their lives in this amazing city? Anyway, for the next seven days, it’s ours.
Now, on to some random New York moments:
He’s when I purchased a gigantic pretzel (it was taunting me – I had to).
Here’s Cam’s ‘amazing!?!’ face, after he found this rare vinyl at a record shop in the Village. And here we both are at Murray’s Cheese Bar, partaking in some pre-dinner cheese and wine wanking. Actually it was cheese and beer wanking for me.
A shopping afternoon in East Village with my friend Sally was pretty fun. We lunched and we shopped and we walked until my feet nearly gave up on me. Today I had to seek out some ‘flip flops’ uptown, to give my blisters a break (can I tell you how hard it is to find Havaianas in this city??).
I also have to disclose, at this stage, that I have taken a certain pilgrimage, as have thousands before me. I googled it. I sought it out. I made Sally take a picture of me on Carrie’s stoop. I know it’s silly for a grown woman to do, but I did it, and here it is (don’t judge me, okay?).
After our shopping expedition, where I acted as buyers’ advocate for Sally, assisting her in the purchase of a few new dresses and some awesome shoes, we happend upon Enz’s. This is where I found The Dress. My New York Dress. My favourite, special, I-can-be-Joan-Holloway-from-Madmen-if-I-close-my-eyes-and-wish dress. When I have occasion to wear it, I will blog it, you can be certain.
For the time being, you can look at Joan here and imagine I am her.