Due to having a big night beforehand, Saturday (Aug 11) was particularly short. Woke up late (again) with a seppo on the floor, unfortunatly it was a bloke but when you are drunk it doesnt seem that much of an issue. W checked out and went downstairs for greasy panninis. Carlos the sly dog got Irish girl Michelle (who we met at Dorian’s) to meet us in Time’s Square along with her younger brother Damien, who played tourist guides for the afternoon. Took the subway to Battery Park, had crappy iced coffees from starbucks and took photos of the Statue of Liberty from the shore. Bloody beautiful day. Time runs out, get subway back to hotel, say hooroo to Michelle, and the Big Apple! Many tears, melancholy Billy Joel songs play through our head.
Taxi to Newark aiport, fly to London with United Airlines who’s service are shit, food is crap, movies are crappier, beers arent free and hostesses are ugly but at least we finally get some sleep.
