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3 38 pm est Somewhere in the 60's, there was a block that has the trees done in bountiful little tourquise points of light. They were fantastic -- the most unnatural color I could envision. I must have arrived at dinner late with all of my drinking in of the sights, but I really couldn't resist. Dinner was lovely, though my gramps was especially feisty. After din, John and Ivette invited me out with them. I wasn't sure if they were just saying it because it was the polite thing to do, but I couldn't resist. We walked nearby to their friends Steve's palce. He was a Brit, and after hanging there for awhile, we benk to the Bank Café and joined up with Jonathan, another Brit. Jonathan was clearly a soul mate, and I spent the greater protion of the evening talking to him. His life story took more than an hour to convey, which delighted me intensely. The bartender's name was Jimmy (Ivette told me I shouldn't talk to strangers in New york, but that is what I love -- meeting new people). He gave Ivette and I $5 to play songs on the jukebox, and Jonathan help us make our 18 selections. We then went to a nearby apartment -- another Brit's place. At this point, I was driving everyone crazy with my wannabe English accent. Two guys were playing Indian pocker, where you hold a card on your forehead and bet based on what you see on the others' foreheads. Thankfully, the boxing match was over, so I didn't have to bow out (I really was not up for pretending to watch that). We later went back to the Bank Café and then I finally went home around 2 30 am. |
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