the night everyone left for the bar and i caught the chinatown bus instead.
and the best part is when you drag your bicycle from out the bottom of the suitcase area and feel so autonomous. so i tore around in the city at seven AM on the orange bike, and had french toast at some random place, and i am a professional at Life. then spent the day pretending i was visiting some combination of everything i can remember about being in other countries, which we accomplished by only going places where people were not speaking english and had shelves full of that carrot juice drink with the bear on the label and milka chocolate bars. and then i watched peter corrie get an tattoo across the front of him. and then we ate spring rolls outside sitting ontop of the car. ha, i'm in new york. yes!
yours, amanda L. at 2:10 PM [+] | |