The apparition of these faces in the crowd

NYC utterly sucked. My cousin has officially turned into the 'Real Housewives of NYC'. And it's utterly disgusting. I never would have thought her capable of it. But apparently I was wrong.

Highlight of the trip was the dinner at Basso56 (even if it ended up costing $116 for dinner. wth) and going to this great piano bar called 'Don't Tell Mama'. Wherein, after being ignored for most of the night by eleven women, I managed to find the two british blokes in t he bar. Raise your hand if you're surprised. And yes, I'm still regretting not giving Leigh my email address. *sigh*

However, I WOULD like to know why I've met TWO brits in TWO different bars and BOTH of them are Liverpool fans. *sigh* And as soon as I hide behind my napkin, they always know where my loyalties lie. *loves her Red Devils*

AND in other news:

I got an invite code from dreamwidth today. I made my journal, mostly because I don't want anyone taking my username. I've had it for FAR too long. Not sure what I'm going to do, but I'm there. thescarletwoman. I've found some of you, I know. :D

Also, you know you like Doctor Who too much when? Every time you see the communities on Dreamwidth with the prefix of DW you think Who first. Oi.