A New York Weekend

So, Moulsari had friday’s off, so we decided to go uptown and do some shopping. It was our intention to find her some clothes, but we ended up finding me some sneakers and a nice dress shirt. The sneakers are white…oh, so very white. Reeboks. I decided to wear them right there and then and trash my trusty old shell-toe’d Adidas. They’re very comfortable. And very, very white. A couple of days of walking around in this grimy city should take care of that.

Speaking of Adidas, Mouls and I found an Adidas Superstore on Broadway. It’s interior design was very sleek and minimalistic, utilising the triple-stripe in almost everything. Surprisingly, the sleek design, with a lot of black background and white and chrome finishings, was actually quite overwhelming and in-your-face.

We also found a dress shirt for me. It’s a black pin-stripe shirt, really very nice. We also found some nice, open shoes for Moulsari.

We saw Mr. and Mrs. Smith (read my review here), which was a tremendous amount of fun. The cast was great, the plot, though simple, was exellently executed, the choreography was sleek and the humour was spot-on for the film. Two thumbs way up.

One thing about this city that I really like are the disproportioned amount of thunderstorms. One thing that I dislike about this city are the disproportioned amount of people with teeth missing.

On Friday night we went to a really good burger place, which was so good I forgot the name. Right next door was a bar where Mouls knew some people, so we decided to have a couple of drinks there. One of the bartenders recently broke up with her boyfriend, and it was quite obvious she was out on the pull. She was dressed rather provocatively and the dancing she did while making cocktails was nothing short of filthy. It was very cool to see all the guys drooling over her, and in turn to watch her drool over all the guys. She was tending the bar with another girl, Victoria, who was one of Mouls’ acquaintances. The three of us couldn’t help but laugh.

After that we hopped in a cab and went uptown again to go to the W hotel where we were supposed to meet a friend of Mouls. We figured he’d be in the hotel’s club, but it had a $20 cover charge, so we said “Fuck that” and went to look for him in the lounge. We couldn’t find him but we did find an Australian boy and girl of roughly our age, two impressionable fourty-year-old women from Nebraska, two guys from Madrid, and three thirty-something women who were in town for a convention. And of course the Danish guy from Kobenhavn who was so drunk he insisted on buying all the drinks. We had a lot of fun. Then the lounge closed and the club decided to drop their cover charge. We found Mouls’ friend and did some dancing until it was time for us to sneak away and grab a cab home.

The following day, Saturday, was spent in bed. All day long. Yummy.

On Sunday we spent the entire afternoon walking around Soho, looking at little gallerias and drinking overpriced Mojitos at pretentious little cafe’s. All in all I had a really good time. We tried to get some cheap tickets to go and see Glengary Glen Ross, but sadly there were no Rush tickets available, and normal tickets cost about $95, each. Good, but not that good. We decided to go out to eat at this really groovy Vietnamese place on the corner of 28th and 3rd. We had beef sate and a surprisingly good fried rice while we drank cocktails. Like I said; groovy place. We had some dessert at another place, closer to home, on the corner of 34th and 3rd, and watched the people walk by. Great evening.

Anyway, I just walked Mouls to work. It’s 10:45 and it’s already hotter than a motherfucker out there. I’m staying indoors, with the AC on, keeping myself from evaporating.