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  • Tuesday, September 05, 2006

    The Dockers are winning and Steve Irwin's dead. Australia has gone mad without me.

    Hasn't it? No-one in the common room believed me when I said that he was killed by a stingray. So freaking weird.

    I am currently in New York with Em, we've just finished eating in Little Italy and we pretty much walked the length of Manhattan from the top of uptown Central Park to the World Trade Centre. Where both of us nearly cried. I dare anyone not to, it's so goddamn sad! But i figure that I should give a bit more of a pre-New York update.

    I went to Albany/Schenectady to visit our friend Jen, "the American", an old PC exchange student. On my first night I was taken to the Albany plaza where we set up and played an improptu croquet course for a few hours. It was awesome. We had the added excitement of dodging the ever-changing directions of the plaza sprinklers, as well as winning a nail-biting finish for second last. We then headed for Boston for a couple of days. I loved Boston. It was a gorgeous city but easily the two most exciting things that happened were 1) the discovery of ice-cream injected cupcakes & 2)The random night drive to Essex/Deliverance-ville USA looking for a "bar" Jen's friend owned. It turned out that by "owned a bar" he meant, my friends and I get drunk in the shed next to my parents house.

    Since then we got tipsy and watched Kindergarten Cop, played mini-golf (i lost, i'm no better at it than i am at plaza croquet)and watched a midnight screening of Pulp Fiction while we waited for Em to arrive at 2.45am. We made it to the Big Apple yesterday and we're loving it so far. Plans to go to shows, Staten Island, museums galore and a film festival. And that's it so far. Oh, and I think our dorm room smells slightly like baby sick but Em thinks it's more like rotten fruit. The doors do lock though. A MAJOR thank you to Jen for her couch, her car and her video collection.

    Comments:
    I don't see how Irwin getting killed by a stingray is weird. Tragic, but c'mon, the guy dealt with wild animals for a living. It was bound to happen one day. At least he died doing something he was passionate about, fulfilling his dreams. I would wish for an equivalent fate, but being crushed by a drawing board or getting my tie stuck in a printer is not nearly as dramatic.

    Was the icecream injector anything like the hot meat injector? Did it thrust more, or less? Did you get to try it out?
     
    Ha. Ha. they're your clothes, motherfucker.
     
    The ice-cream injector was, I'm sure, everything you imagined a hot meat injector would be.

    James, care to elaborate on that comment. Who exactly is a motherfucker?
     
    "a midnight screening of Pulp Fiction"...

    What do they look like, Jimmy?

    Dorks. They look like a couple of dorks

    Ha. ha. they're your clothes motherfucker...

    from the Bonnie Situation.
     
    hi liz, its lydia kirke. i was reading the blog and as I was in NYC a few weeks ago i wanna say if you want to see famous people go between 7th & 8th on 53rd cause its the back entrance to David Lettermans studio. If you go between 5 and 6 you can see whoever he interviewed that day leaving. wasnt that exciting for me cause I saw hilary duff but if you look in newspaper in the morning it tells you who it will be. Only if you have time and want! have fun
     
    Ah, sorry James. I think that was one of the bits where the group sitting in front of us, dubbed "the UTI crew" got up to go to the toilet for the fourteenth time!

    Thanks Lydia, unfortunately it's not taping while I'm here otherwise I could have seen Hayley and we'd have got the whole Duff family. Sweet.
     
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