It was finally Friday, the day of the week filled with most anticipation, and on top of this we are still in New York.After having djed hiphop in bed for a good few hours we got dressed and then I convinced Daniel to go all touristy with me. Well, he didn’t really need a lot of convincing, he never does because he’s always up for doing things. So we got on the train and went up to Grand Central Station.It was grand and pretty, but he was prettier. I was sweaty and curious.And very flirty towards my babe of a boyfriend of course. Well it was pretty but I mean seeing a train station doesn’t keep you busy all day so we moved on pretty quickly. To the Guggenheim Museum by Central Park.But just to see the impressive building because we couldn’t stomach taking another step into any more museums. Instead we went to stroll around the park past drug dealers and posh people walking their dogs. Hopefully we won’t end up like neither of them.Around four we were done with our little date and met up with our favourite people Nicolas and Frida at Lower East Side.After having hit up a few bars two more friends joined and Nicolas brought us to his favourite date spot; Sel Rrose.Because I had been nagging everybody for this – god’s gift to man (along with the Internet, skinny dipping and snogs) OYSTERSSS.Nobody else was a fan but I was somewhat close to euphoric. Unfortunately my bankcard only allowed me to have five, but still! The others ordered beers and burgers and we chatted about authors and the New Yorkers told us their weirdest stories about the living situation here. Bye bye Sel Rrose, I will make sure to return because you’ve become my favourite spot so far. Can we please have bare legs and t-shirt nights for the rest of eternity? Nicolas brought our tipsy little group to the most hidden bar I’ve ever been to. Outside a closed art gallery a man stands smoking. It turns out that he’s a bouncer. Nicolas tells him that we want to go have a drink at the bar but the bouncer responds coldly with asking the name of it. I looked as uncool as a scared a tween trying to buy cigarettes but Nicolas told him the name of the bar and after some silence we were let in.
The big bouncer walked us through the tiny gallery, opened a freaking part of the wall and let us enter this fancy cocktail bar, as dark as a chimney and seductively cosy. I was impressed and felt like an undercover agent. Not bad New York, I knew you had it in you. After expensive drinks and boys laughing very loud and my starting tripping on my consonants we left the bar, swaying and giggling. It felt appropriate to soak up some of that liquor so we dropped by Cheeky Sandwiches, the best sandwich spot in New York. *Eying that piece of meat.* Back on track we walked over to the utterly odd 169 Bar which is decorated like a beach bar that swallowed a ton of christmas lights, serves oysters until closing and plays soul funk? All to the smell of the most buttery popcorn. It was great. We had a popcorn fight, told secrets and who knows what. <3 <3 <3A few hours in we were starved for some hiphop and called for some ubers to come pick us up. I sent embarrassing snaps to all you guys of us singing along to Rae Sremmurd in the taxi towards some bar in Brooklyn called Beverly’s. There we danced and I bought drinks for a girl I didn’t know and Frida got groped by a woman adoring her ass.
I did a lot of embarrassing things which I won’t tell you guys because some things have to be censored here. We laughed at me the day after though and I can definitely promise this was the worst worst hangover of this trip, and oh so worth it!
The rest of our days in New York:
Day 1 – AP Cafe, Saturday Surf, Soho & Tattoos
Day 2 – A Sunday in New York City
Day 3 – Spicy Village, Williamsburg Bridge & Champs Diner
Day 4 – Brooklyn Parks & Harlem Bars
Day 5 – The New Whitney Museum, Lower East Side & Forgtmenot
Day 6 – MoMA & Welcome To the Johnson’s
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