So i figured that while i'm waiting for these damn photos to upload I could write on Bootlog. Yay!
I think I've also been spurred into action by my cousin Aviva's comment about how the actual writer wannabe in the group isn't doing any of the writing. Humpf. I am actually, just in a diary instead of a blog.
Anyway, we're in Bowie Maryland, on my cousin's horse farm. It's disgustingly hot and humid outside so we've retreated to the house where there's air conditioning. Life here is run by the animals' schedules. Heather has now met all but one of the inhabitants. There are 3 dogs, 5 cats, 6 horses, numerous deer and humming birds. Some of these animals display fairly unusual behaviour. Frieda the weiner dog sings, and Pigeon, one of the barn cats, really does coo like a pigeon. Seriously, im not kidding! I've never heard anything like it.
Poor Heather tried to post about our stunt in NYC and the internet was mean and disappeared it. She's lost a few other posts too and is somewhat disheartened. So i thought i'd help out and write a few things about our trip there.
New York, it turns out, is not as expensive as we feared. We found a reasonable hostel in an excellent location (Upper West side for those in the know) and we quickly became familiar with the subway and the grid layout of the city. Our first stop (even before the hostel) was the Australian Embassy to get an emergency passport for Bren to replace the real one he put through the wash. Once that was done, we dumped our stuff and went out to a Thai restaurant called Breeze on 8th Ave. We'd been told that there was a comedy club that we should check out: The Upright Citizens Brigade. Unfortunately, it seems that our sense of humour is very different from New Yorkers'. In fact, I dont think i laughed at all. I understood what these two guys were on about, i just didnt think it was funny. Two guys in a cabin in the woods cooking eggs for breakfast, eating them with imaginary tiny spoons and arguing about whether or not they should go hiking somehow just didnt do it for me. I was relieved to hear afterwards that Heather and Bren werent impressed either. Because looking around the room during the performance and seeing everyone laughing their heads off made me wonder if there was something wrong with my funny bone. But no, i dont think so. I'm just more of a subtle British humour kind of gal.
After that, we headed over to The Fat Cat, a jazz bar located in a basement with no air conditioning. It was stifling. They had a live band playing some pretty funky tunes and we sat on the couches and listened for a while. They also had lots of games like air hockey, table tennis and pool. My musician friend and old baby sitter, Efrat and came joined us eventually. We chatted and moved to another bar for a few drinks. Then we went home and crashed. It was about 3am by this stage.
Ok, running low on posting stamina so more later.
Love Alex.
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