In my suitcase, there is just a pair of pink shoes (Topshop leather flats), my electric toothbrush charger and a black corsage.
Needless to say, I didn't get much packing done last night. Instead, I cooked dinner, argued a little, made some confessions to my travel partner (who yesterday decided he wasn't going but then decided he was again) and ended up making an 11pm dash to Tesco for more Malboro Lights. I am thrilled that you cannot smoke in New York. Good work Giuliani. It'll help no end.
I also listened intently as he told me what his plans prior to the break up had been for this trip: a proposal on Valentine's Day a la Miranda and Steve, an autumn wedding, a month-long South East Asian honeymoon and possibly a resultant honeymoon baby.
Now, how many $2 beers am I going to need this coming week? I might add a counter!
Speaking of beers, my powers of Google-fu have thrown up some great cheap eats and drinks for the trip. If I am hitting the pavements and wading through the snow, surely I can justify just a few hot dogs?
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Hey kids,
You need to go to Siberia. It is a divey little punk bar in Hell's Kitchen. You can still smoke there. Shhhh. It is a favorite hang out of Anthony Bourdain. There isn't a sign. You have to look for a black door with a red light over the door. It is one of the coolest places ever.
Here is a link to the bad: http://www.siberiany.com/
Here is an article about the place: http://www.nypost.com/seven/12152006/gossip/pagesix/famed_dive_bar_falls_to_earth_pagesix_.htm
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