Quality Doug Time
I spent most of Wednesday on my own. The five of us had a picnic in Central Park as the cherry blossoms were blooming. It was warm and breezy and I wore my new Modern Amusement shorts.




When we split up, I lay around in the park for a while, then wandered a bit to see the body of water where Charlotte had jogged in Sex and the City. I popped in the Guggenheim [which I affectionately call ‘the Gugg’], just to see the building and take a couple pics.


I spent the rest of the afternoon in the Met, browsing Greek, Roman and Modern Art. Here's a bizarre new trend in museum viewing:
1) Take a photo of the art.
2) Take a photo of the description.
3) Repeat.
I.... guess it saves a lot of time? But you can view photographs in books, people. The experience of the actual artwork is completely different. Also, it's tacky. Really tacky.
The fab five had agreed to meet in Washingston Square at 6:30. Since I arrived a bit early, I went to Union Square and bought a couple pairs of skinny jeans. When I found Chris in Washington Square, I got a stern talking to. I had my ringer off and I had missed a series of texts / phone calls from him telling me they had found a restaurant in which to dine – Elmo. It was comfortable and not unaffordable. I ordered meat loaf and an $11 mojito. Delicious.

The ceiling of Elmo.
The great thing about Canadians is that we know how to appreciate warm weather. As soon as double digits hit, it’s time for patios and TRAVEL. My friend Terence [from Toronto] was in New York the same time as us. I literally had MORE friends in New York than in St. Catharines, where I’ve lived for nearly three years. There’s something sad and tragic about that. Chris, Matt and I met up with Terence on Wednesday night for some bar hopping. We went to the lounge area of Monster, Eastern Bloc and G-Lounge. I think. Our fav was Eastern Bloc. It was very West Queen West-esque. It was small, with fun music and lots of hot hipsters. And we even managed to leave a lasting impression at each venue. Bar stars!

I love my iphone. And it's so handy when I don't want to take a camera out with me. I especially like the real friendly bathroom and Jersey Couture. Here are some iphone shots:










By the time we got back to our hood, it was about 3am and we were starving. We were drawn to the bright lights of ‘Kennedy Friend Chicken’, the first of two visits [when in Rome…]. We were talking to the man working and he said he had family in Hamilton and it’s his dream in life to one day live in Oshawa. Oshawa? For real, real? We didn’t question it, because we didn’t want to shatter his hopes and dreams. But we sure hope he meant Ottawa.
When we split up, I lay around in the park for a while, then wandered a bit to see the body of water where Charlotte had jogged in Sex and the City. I popped in the Guggenheim [which I affectionately call ‘the Gugg’], just to see the building and take a couple pics.
I spent the rest of the afternoon in the Met, browsing Greek, Roman and Modern Art. Here's a bizarre new trend in museum viewing:
1) Take a photo of the art.
2) Take a photo of the description.
3) Repeat.
I.... guess it saves a lot of time? But you can view photographs in books, people. The experience of the actual artwork is completely different. Also, it's tacky. Really tacky.
The fab five had agreed to meet in Washingston Square at 6:30. Since I arrived a bit early, I went to Union Square and bought a couple pairs of skinny jeans. When I found Chris in Washington Square, I got a stern talking to. I had my ringer off and I had missed a series of texts / phone calls from him telling me they had found a restaurant in which to dine – Elmo. It was comfortable and not unaffordable. I ordered meat loaf and an $11 mojito. Delicious.
The ceiling of Elmo.
The great thing about Canadians is that we know how to appreciate warm weather. As soon as double digits hit, it’s time for patios and TRAVEL. My friend Terence [from Toronto] was in New York the same time as us. I literally had MORE friends in New York than in St. Catharines, where I’ve lived for nearly three years. There’s something sad and tragic about that. Chris, Matt and I met up with Terence on Wednesday night for some bar hopping. We went to the lounge area of Monster, Eastern Bloc and G-Lounge. I think. Our fav was Eastern Bloc. It was very West Queen West-esque. It was small, with fun music and lots of hot hipsters. And we even managed to leave a lasting impression at each venue. Bar stars!
I love my iphone. And it's so handy when I don't want to take a camera out with me. I especially like the real friendly bathroom and Jersey Couture. Here are some iphone shots:







By the time we got back to our hood, it was about 3am and we were starving. We were drawn to the bright lights of ‘Kennedy Friend Chicken’, the first of two visits [when in Rome…]. We were talking to the man working and he said he had family in Hamilton and it’s his dream in life to one day live in Oshawa. Oshawa? For real, real? We didn’t question it, because we didn’t want to shatter his hopes and dreams. But we sure hope he meant Ottawa.

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