We all went to the Highline Ballroom to see Sia, a female vocalist, in concert. Good stuff. Lovely voice. Lovely american voice, until she stops singing and talks to us plebs in the crowd in a pretty strong Australian accent. Strine. She comes across as a combination between 'Kath and Kim' and Kate Bush.
The two travellers at the concert. I'm wearing my latest acquisition - a good ole fancy cowpoke shirt. Pete, I'm sorry but they only had this one left and it was in my size. But I'll keep an eye out.
The two black blobs in this photo are Rach and our neighbour, Isa, dancing their little backsides off after the concert. Everybody else has gone and the janitor is already cleaning up.
We hold our host country in the highest respect.
Pretty pic of New Jersey from Manhattan, with piles in the foreground.
A not-so-pretty pic of the subway. Almost ran the "5pm" gauntlet today - the trains resemble sardine tins at 5pm, but we managed to sneak on at 4.55pm and only got slightly mangled.
This is a shot of Lotus, a very swanky nightclub in the now-fashionable 'Meat Packing' district. To sit at a table and have some drinks requires a reservation. And deep pockets. The surcharge for getting 'table service', as they call it, is astronomical. At a table you can only buy drinks by the bottle and expect to pay approximately 10 times the price you could buy the stuff for in a liquor store. The are enough people in this city with the combination of too much money and a corresponding lack of sense to make this kind of outfit hugely profitable.
My little princess on her skateboard, just outside the apartment we're going to move to.
1 comment:
Good to see you holding your host country in the highest respect.
Top cowpoke shirt by the way...
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