1st full day

by brokenrecordbaby

so my first real day started off kinda pooey as i headed back to JFK to get my suitcase. friggen aer lingus just dont find it necessary to actually have people at the baggage claim office thing. they just think an answering machine is sufficient which it really isnt if you dont have a contact number or apartment number for them (i totally didnt realize that i only knew my house number not flat number and for some reason i had a smart cookie moment and it took only 3 tries to get into the right flat in a house fuuuuuuull of flats spread out on 6 floors….ok it has nothing to do with being a smart cookie..lucky cookie more like it)

but yeah so to make sure i actually got my bag i thought id head there. soooo i hopped back on the J line to Jamaica Center and when i got there i was told my bag had been brought to brooklyn but it was already on its way back so i only had to wait 30 mins…got my bag and i bounced. when i got home charlotte had msged me…she was going to bloc party with her flatmates. wasnt really sure what that was

soooo i popped over to canal street which is bang in china town. then met them mercer st, corner of howard and grand (i do feel a bit cool talking like that) aaand so basically a bloc party is when a whole bloc gets shut down so no traffic. then there is free food, free booze (in america…i was shocked) and free live music. a real ghetto girl got on top of a school bus and started wrapping (o wow i really spellt that wrong, eh) charlottes flat mates are actually more her two-door-down-neighbors but they got the same landlord. a french artist, which funnily enough was interviewed by the place i am interning at http://stylelikeu.com/closets/virginie-sommet/  (so in the video she is in the place where charlotte lives)

so charlotte stays in her flat which is full of her art work, a silver painted factory like bathroom, little bedrooms in cylinder like things and a roof top with a fuckign amazing view of the financial district. the two frenchies nebil and axelle live in the artist’s gallery so during the day when clients come by they have to retreat into their rooms. they also can access the roof from their place

so we bought some booze which felt like visiting a chinese man in jail for selling fake dvds as he is totally barred up and you give him the money through a little hole and he gives you the booze in a black plastic bag. when charlotte got a beer she got it in the infamous brown paper bag and she even got two straws with it…how do ya like that?

then we went to their roof. the view ohhhhh my god. so we drank there for awhile. then we headed to some morrocan themed restaurant, sheesha, bar as the boy axelle is dating is a club promoter so we got free drinks before heading to the avenue. a club close to the meatpacking district which is apparently all happening, and real hard to get into. but cuz we were with promoter boy we got the jump the q and got a table with free booze. really reminded me of whisky mist. so we were at a table with a bunch of mdoels. one model was like 6 foot 5 without heels. there was a definite wow factor.

at some point all the free booze kicked charlottes ass and she had to go outside. axelle, being a real motherly type of gal, found her a special little pukage spot and we then agitated the gravel and went home. charlotte went to bed and we stayed up checking out the blogs nebile writes for and axelle whipped up some pancakes. you cant beat a french girl and aunt jemima working their magic together. o wow is all im saying.

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New York Baaaaaaby!

by brokenrecordbaby

So, I am finally finally here after about a 15 year count down and it is everything i expected and more. but yeah as i havent had time to write anything yet ill write a bit about the journey.

as always i booked a flight so early in the morning that a sleepover at the airport was inevitable. was all right though. when i was finally on the airplane i scored a emergency exit seat so my little stumpy legs had all the room in the world and a free seat next to me. the window seat however was occupied by a real freak. he was supposed to be sitting behind me but switched with a guy. he put his newspaper on the seat and then kneeled infront of it. at first i thought he was praying cuz he was looking down with his hands folded muttering but then i think he had a bad leg? fuck knows….anyway he caused a bit of a kafuffle…two stewardess went over and talked to him saying he was inappropriate.

then in dublin had to do the whole american custom thing which was pretty chillaxed…yaddiiyaadaa. the flight was amazing. so exciting as i havent been on a trans-atlantic flight for a nearly a decade. good tv shows and shit. and the music was amazing…yeasayer, vampire weekend, she&him, hot chip….. so then after 7.5 hours or so the plane finally got to JFK. tears were shed. i got a bit emotional woo especially when the manhattan skyline came into view.

then….of fucking course as i was getting my suitcase i waaaaiited and waaaaaaiited until, finally, i had to except the damn thing just didnt make it across the big pond. so that really sucked but hey, im in new york so no complaining. so theeeeen i got the J train into Brooklyn. somehow found my way to my flat and fuuuuuuck the flat is amazing. so modern, clean, beaaaaaautiful. real big, pulldown trapdoor staircase, roof top balcony thing, another balcony, giant ass bathtub. basically i feel pretty outta place here.

i bounced real quick though. i took the L train into manhattan and got off the one stop that sounded familiar which was Union Square. and as i walked up those subway stairs i was getting mentally prepared….this was it. my first glimpse of the big apple. and it was fucking breathtaking. everyone was rushing, tons of traffic, tons of cabs, huge billowing buildings, a horde of people gathered around a group of dancers, park benches filled up with people chilling out after work, a huge group of cyclists that had met up there. it was amazing.

i then walked around knowing only that i wanted to head downtown so i let the city carry me. i found a shop dedicated to the big lebowski, i found myself at university place, washington square, then i went through soho which was really bustling. i walked through little italy which actually feels like being in italy. restaurant after restaurant with outside seating, waitors trying to hustle you in bricklane style, ice cream vendors…. then i got into china town which was surprisingly quiet and empty but i might have just been at the wrong end of it. at this point my bladder was the size of a highly pregnany baby bump, i was sooo hungry and tired (i had been up for almost 30 hours at this point) so i hopped on the subway and got home.

man iv missed out on loads of detail and stuff but basically i was walking around and i felt this weird sensation of a combination of feeeling so at home, at ease and familiar but at the same time being amazed by every little thing and feeling like i was floating around cuz it was too unreal.

i never want to leave

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