||[Jul. 20th, 2008|07:11 pm]
Got the keys the week before we actually moved in. Which was handy because, dear lord, I have a lot of stuff. Moved in my bed, bookcase, kitchen table and various other bits of crap. Properly moved in from the 14th June and have been getting things sorted. We got a bookcase and vacuum the first weekend we were in and promptly put it together, like some kind of married couple. It’s pretty much sorted now, apart from the lack of hot water coming from the taps. But it’s a lovely flat and living in Kings Heath is ace. It’s ace because it’s close to mum and John, but also because the high st pretty much has everything you’d need.
I’m clearly a proper grown up now, I’ve been meal planning and cooking meals from scratch – chilli, salmon and roast veggies and stuff. Plus the bus drops me off by the Digbeth markets in the morning so I get to go have my pick of the fruits and veggies from the stalls as they set up. It feels very posh!
Literally moved in for a week and a half and then mum and I went to NYC. I’ve always said I hated London because it was busy and full of people and unnecessary things. But actually I just hate London. New York is a fabulous city, full of people and things to see and yet it’s so easy to escape the madness and not feel like you’re going crazy. It’s chaotic and bustling, but it works. There’s some kind of psychic choreography occurring when you cross the streets; no one bumps into each other. London feels angry and rushed, New York just feels exciting and alive.
Of course we saw all the sights; Rockafeller Centre, Battery Park, Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island, Empire State Building, Macy’s, 5th Ave, the 5th Ave Apple store, Central Park, Times Square, Broadway, Brooklyn bridge. We zoomed past and caught a glimpse of Wall St and ground zero, but neither of us really wanted to see either. Though we did get talking to a Wall St banker in a bar one evening.
I forgot to mention Pride! We were on the sightseeing coach back from Ellis Island/Statue and our tour-guide told us that Pride was on the next week, with the parade being on Sunday. Of course mum and I promptly forgot, but on Sunday we wandered down to 5th Ave to wander. And it was all closed off to allow for the parade. Which was pretty spectacular! Lots of very sparkly costumes, Dykes on Bikes (i kid you not. And bicycles no-less), gay groups from all over America (it seemed) and lots of very loud music. It down poured twice during the parade which was kinda fun, because it broke the heat a little. Luckily I had my brolly. I took some pictures, I'll try and upload them later!
We ate some fantastic meals – pancakes for breakfast, eggs and bacon, proper Mexican, cupcakes and pretzels. All the food was fantastically tasty, and yes each portion was enough for two. But it wasn’t just quantity, it was quality too.
New York was fantastic. Hell, I’d go back in a second. There was so much I didn’t get to see!
And the rest…
Nothing much really to report since coming back home. Oh, Beccy and I went to Coventry to see Jason Mraz at the Warwick Arts Centre and shared a taxi back to the train station with an assassin. Well he told the taxi driver he was on his way to kill someone. Transpired that his cousin was working in some not-very-nice place and he and his uncles were going to get them out. Jason was as eccentric and wonderful as last time we saw him and the new album I wasn't really sure on, till I heard it live and it was awesome.
But other than that not much. In August it looks like I’m going to be somewhat busier – up to Lancaster to see Liz get married, down to Manchester to hang out with Jude and see Dark Knight again (have advanced tickets for Weds, woop), Edinburgh for a weekend to the fringe festival and finally a weekend listening to folk at the Moseley folk festival. Should be fun!