New York 30/07/12 - Day 5
I haven’t done a New Yoik update in a couple of days because nothing super exciting happened and I didn’t really feel like documenting a load o’ nothing. But today was Monday and Monday is the start of a new week and a new week brings exciting new things.
Jamie and I went to a tattoo parlour in Brooklyn so he could see about getting his Morrissey tattoo (which would be his first). I feel kind of inspired by the moment and my current impulses to get a third one: a triceratops skull on my left elbow. But I’m not entirely sure. Updates to follow.
After, we ate at Five Leaves which I visited a year ago with my ex. The truffle fries were still as rich and delicious as I remembered (although Jamie found ‘em sickly) and I have never appreciated an ice cold pint of Guinness more in my life.
Since we were in Brooklyn we had to visit the other Beacon’s Closet (on Sunday we went to the Manhattan branch and I got some RAD RAD tshirts most of which you’ll probably see in up-and-coming pics of moi). I got a tshirt with a picture of Elvis’ big ol’ head on it which I thought was funny and tacky and brilliant all at once.
THEN the day took its most ridiculous turn. Jamie and I rented a car which he preceded to drive at speed around the freeway surrounding the edge of Brooklyn. We tried to find our way onto the bridge itself but realised we wouldn’t have time to return it if we drove over to Manhattan. Leaning out of the car window, my hair billowing in the wind, with commercial radio blasting trying to snap a picture of the New York skyline was both surreal and brilliant. I had my movie moment.
Actually, finding the rental car was equally odd. It was in the garage basement of a block of residential flats with a doorman (?!). We had to sneak in the building when someone was leaving and ended up wondering around because the doorman was clearly taking a dump or something and not there. I felt like I was trespassing or a spy or something.
The day was rounded off with a return to the bar Mimi took us to previously. This time I didn’t fall into a deep depression or sit in the corner ignoring everyone, but joined in, told anecdotes, laughed heartily, drank merrily. All in all a topnotch day.
The only complaint I have was that John-James went to bed early because (poor lad) he’s slept abysmally recently and needed a really decent night of kip. This meant I didn’t get to skype with him before sleep and I am missing him frantically. I keep thinking of things I want to tell him and then realising I have to wait tomorrow. I am actually addicted to him and his company and never want to be parted from him again #smug.