Trip Start Jul 16, 2013
36Trip End Oct 07, 2013
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I just had to go jogging though. Especially being so close to Central Park.
Unfortunately it was still incredibly hot. I only jogged for twenty minutes but it was hard going.
Central Park certainly is impressive. The scale of it is hard to grasp. Greenery and squirrels everywhere. Greenery, volley ball courts, ponds... This already looks like an entire park by itself but it's just a tiny, tiny part.
Here is a statue that I snapped during my jog. The Pilgrim Father I found rather cute and peculiarly American. There was also a statue of Columbus and what could more represent America than Columbus? Now that I think of it it's the squirrels and the statues that remind you that you're not in Australia.
Hot dogs of course! These hot dog vendors are absolutely everywhere. I had a hot dog yesterday - the roll was extremely sweet and the bread extremely soft. Similarly the frankfurter itself was quite mushy. And the tomato sauce and mustard were pretty much devoid of taste.
But... there seem to be lots of different types of hotdog. I need to try more.
Why don't we have a few of these in Hobart? Well, in reality our footpaths and streets are probably too narrow. And from our business district it's never that far to walk to a shop. So you're spared another rant.
I was still pretty tired from yesterday but it was time to get ready to turn at the function which was the reason there were so many Tasmanians in town - David's engagement party.
If I'd had any light coloured shorts I would have worn them. It was so hot that I just couldn't best the thought of a jacket. Luckily I had my trusty tie with me to give some pretence of formality.
Once ready it was time to head off to meet up with l others to get a lift to the venue.
I'm at 78th Street and the hotel where most of the others were staying was at about 59th Street. It sounds like a long way but as I've mentioned already before, these blocks are really short and there seems to be very little wait at the intersections.
I had intended catching the subway but I walked down the wrong avenue so by the time I came across a subway station I was just about there.
Steve had organised a few drivers. They looked like real secret service types but once we left they spoke nothing but Spanish with each other.
A happy bunch though it was some effort to capture them not hamming it up.
Phil was about the only one to really follow dress code despite the heat. I suppose he somehow had to make up for the fact that he almost blew our cover when he ran into David and Kirsche in an art gallery in New York. It was known that he was in America for work so that was ok but it must have looked suspicious when they virtually ignored each other rather than jumping up and down at how much of a coincidence it was.
Various anonymous celebs.
Various pics of the lead up to the party. Basically, Kirsche had no idea that we were in New York. David had proposed to her shortly before they turned up here so we were another surprise for her.
Olivier demonstrating his cool Gauloise in the bouche pose.
The music was provided by some Tasmanian musos flown over especially. By coincidence I'd planned going to listen to the singer's band at a bakery in Salamanca the Sunday before.
I'd say David's looking pretty happy.
At the dinner table one ate off ice and the centre-piece was a huge block of ice with what looked like some bits of vegetation and sea-animals iced in.
The ice was melting but there was a girl in a bikini going back and forth under the table mopping up whatever dripped down.
We finished up pretty late in the Bronx but Emily and her friends were still up so after dropping David and KW off I headed over to her hotel. Here she'd somehow fallen onto the floor. I presume after seeing this she'll stop wondering where all the bruises come from.
Eleven in the morning so time to head home - but via the pizza place downstairs. This cheerful bloke was from Bangladesh.