Saturday, January 5, 2008

My Love affair with NYC continues....

Saturday night. Every inch of my body is used to recover from this nasty flu that even the yellow fever would fright. I have indulged in pink medicine not far from the feared concentrated cough medicin (the not so well tasting version if you remember). Kept warm and still. Watched movies til my eyes dried out. Finally when you think that its turning- smack, touch down. The flu hits you in the face...again. No play, no football (part from redskin finals on the tele) and most defiantly- no dancing. Therefore, in boredom, Im taking a moment to write down the last weeks affairs...

I had a fantastic pre-christmas weekend in New York. We saw, did and bought some really neat items. Chrysler building, SOHO, China Town, all great. Dinner at Spice Market, without noticing i was sitting next to the star in Entourage (and i do watch that show). Was informed on this afterwards by my "entourage", which probably was a good thing considering my clumsiness and how nervous I would have been knowing who he was. Hands down, NYC truly was love at first sight. I never would have guessed that I would return so soon.

Then, just returned from NYC, my darling Maria arrived. And has been here for almost two weeks now. It has been pure golden fun having her around. We have seen everything worth seeing, been to every place worth going. Christmas was spent at my esteemed colleagues house. It was divine to indulge in Swedish everything... there was even homemade Swedish bread. By the time Carola sang Swedish carols on the stereo i was in tears.

With courtesy of Brian, New Years was spent in New York. Part from all the crazy fun the three girls had (and it was really fun and really crazy), i can now tick of "see the ball drop at times square on New Years" and "stay in a place where you can see both the statue of liberty as well as empire state building from my window" from my "1000 things to do and see before i die" list. The thing that impressed me most during this NYC trip was neither spotting famous glamorous celebrities at SAK´S or dancing in tank tops to Irish folk music in a closed bar... but a bathroom. a bathroom at a restaurant/bar called Peep. You see, the bathroom had one-way mirror doors., so insiders could see out, but (thankfully) no-one could see in. Fascinating i think...


peep on

take care

dont come and see me before march!!! just kidding... or am i?

xxs