Today’s awesome New York day consisted of shopping, followed by Pink Berry. I got chocolate soft serve with chocolate swirls and yogurt chips, in case you’re wondering. We then had an amazing spicy Thai dinner with dragon fruit cocktails, which was easily the best cocktail I’ve had on the north side of the hemisphere. Oh and the cocktail was lovingly made by the prettiest Lady Boy I’ve ever seen. Killer legs. We then wandered through the streets of the West Village and picked out fantasy apartments for us to live in. I then met the insanely gorgeous Ms Critique for a cheeky champagne at the Dream Hotel roof top bar. We’re blogging buddies back in Oz and met for the first time tonight when we realised our paths had crossed in NY.

More weird shit about NY and US

The Children

Every child I’ve come across is like an advertisement for Oreos or Fig Newtons or some other biscuit type snack where kids love their parents a little too much on the commercials. They are all (insert US kids accent) ‘I’m so happy that I get to see my mom today, because I love her SO MUCH!‘. I’m all, jesus kid, calm the frick down. They are also really clean. I kind of want to rub dirt on them.

The Taps

Are backwards. I often turn on a tap, go to turn it off and end up turning it on even more. I then stand there as water splashes all over my front with my brain struggling to comprehend what has just happened. ‘Why… more water coming?‘

The Self Love

American women have this positive affirmation thing going on that fascinates me. I have heard at least ten conversations in the past few days where a woman, who has clearly been dumped, is firmly and confidently listing her positive qualities to her supportive girlfriend. ‘I’m smart, I’m funny, I’m beautiful, I’m successful.‘ Blatant self promotion is not really the done thing in Australia. We also rarely sit around talking about how awesome we are after a break up. We generally get drunk and sleep with other people.

The Pedestrian Crossings Don’t Make a Beeping Noise

My Pavlovian instincts make it very difficult for me to cross a street without my safety beeps. I never feel like it’s the right time to cross.

People Are Friendly

People don’t really talk to each other in Australia. Apart from occasionally giving directions, there’s really no speaking to strangers at all. New Yorkers are experts at striking up random conversations. In shops, on the street, at bars. It’s unnerving at first for an incredibly insular Aussie gal, but I’m growing to like it.

Summary? New York is magnificent.