Ah yes, so we're back from a weekend in NYC. Every time I go there, I have an immense quantity of fun, but then can't wait to get back because a) I get exhausted, and b) I run out of money. This time was no exception.
OK, so the Chinatown bus took Susan, Linda (Susan's friend) and me to Canal St. Fung Wah did something out of character - they pretended to have some sort of an attempt at customer service. Their idea was to hand out quarters with a badly composed paragraph on a piece of paper that said something to the tune of "Us good, give quarter to the driver. Us bad, use quarter to call and complain." We suspected that the driver would be paid only in coins, so we surrendered them to him.
Anyhoo, soon enough we reunited with Eugene and his girlfriend Heather (who, by the way, proved to be a fantastic tour guide), and got dinner at a place that was decorated by tennis balls glued to the wall:

Heather and Eugene then took us to a very confusing bar that was populated by guys that looked like mechanics from the 50's and one go-go dancer. Oh yeah, what made it even more interesting was that the bar had a Detroit theme (no, no, we didn't get shot at). We then wandered over to another place that was actually pretty sweet - and again, there were go-go dancers... this time dressed like nerds in their underwear:

Next day started off foggy, and as is the custom, I got in trouble with NYPD:


We ran away from the cops and walked ALL around, starting off in Times Square, visiting the Garden, coming down 5th Av with a mandatory stop at H&M. Susan almost slapped this dog, thinking it was a mosquito:

Afterwards, we shipped Linda off to fly out of JFK, and had the rest of the day to ourselves. What did we do? Clean Eugene's apartment. Why? Let's just say I've seen many nasty college crashpads, but this one was probably in the top three based on the amount of junk lying around. Keep in mind that it was spotless when Eugene moved in... Susan found this piece of bread that may have been bought then:

Later on in the night, we made it back to East Village, walked around Union Sq., and met up with Daisuke and the rest of New Yorkas. Fun was had by all, as the Asian glow on Daisuke's face would seem to indicate.


Yours truly was happy drunk - Sue claimed that I actually wanted to dance. Yup, that doesn't sound like a sober me. Doesn't look like it, either:

Next morning, Sue and I had a grand ol' time walking around Dumbo, this "up and coming" neighborhood in Brooklyn next to Manhattan Bridge. We got some brunch (which definitely helped in the hangover department), then went off to shop for some ridiculously cheap stuff in Chinatown. Quite conveniently, the bus was waiting to take us back Boston.
Thanks to everybody for showing us a good time! Be back soon ;)