
stick to the roads
brunch at 'the tea-bagging cupping rooms'
walked up through the west village to sohohouseNY thinking if would be a nice quiet place to chill and maybe have a swim.
walked into a SuperGay pre-pride party on the roof.
toned, tanned, young-boy-meat in speedos everywhere.
me and melinda walking in was like the walking into the the 'slaughtered lamb' in 'american werewolf in london'.
the pumping music seemed to miss a few beats.
hid downstairs and read papers / caught up on emails over spiked strawberry lemonades: mmmm

walked for miles and miles, caught a few galleries and did some casual window shopping.
made complaints at the hotel for the 5th consecutive day, this time demanding managerial intervention which will apparently now result in a $1200 discount on my stay.
grrrr...
it was looked down on that i hadn't seen any of ryan gosling's films before i photographed him last week.
so went with melinda and GG to see 'bad teacher' in anticipation of this week's (hollywood actor) shoot
me and melinda were laughing.
mr GG was not.