NYC

Left JFK, sat down on the subway, looked to my right at the graffiti on the train and oh look a cock and balls! A good sign! Haha

Our hostel was amazing, like a big house ran by three cool people. Two American girls and one Algerian guy who kept trying to feed us cake in the mornings.

We went out to see times square on the first night and its like you've got the big light on. Well bright. So overwhelming!

We saw the Macy's thanksgiving parade, saw Santa, took a photo and then our fingers immediately turned to icicles and fell off so we just had one thumb out of the glove for snapping.

One thing I loved about NYC was the smells of food everywhere all the time! Super sweet smells, grilled meat, pretzels the lot.

We went everywhere and eventually became subway pros, the system's so easy to use and the street numbers are bleddy handsome.

central park was amazing, there were runners, horses and carriages and taxis within the same 100 metres.

On the way to the empire state building, a group of tricksters were stood with fake orange uniforms and IDs telling us that it's a 3 hour wait and $60 on the door but with their exclusive service we could slip in the back door (woah) for just $69.99! A con. Fuck off. We got in for $27 the normal way after a 30 min wait. Went up to the 102nd floor and it was amaaaaaazing. We imagined what 9/11 must have looked like for the people seeing it from the top of the empire state.

We didn't go out properly (out out) til Saturday cos we were fucked from solid trotting around NYC and jet lag we did go for drinks after our family thanksgiving meal at the hostel with a French dancing woman called Lucie (she wasn't dancing during the drinks).

Saturday we went to Brooklyn brewery and got smashed and went to a vintage clothes shop and were silly then went to see "underexposed" a girl's skateboarding documentary screening at the flat of the founder of
Girls riders organization, Courtney. We chatted to a skater called Dan who told us where to go out and we shared a cab with a girl called Agatha who spoke well slowly.

We went to a bar called cake shop where we met a Londoner called Oliver who was bragging about being loaded and bought us like a 75ml shot of fucking red aftershock, which Kerri "doesn't do shots" - turned - "down in one" Dennis, necked without flinching. He told us to say "snazzy jumper" to Americans to make them love our accent even more.

We then ran to a club called home sweet home where a Chinese man asked if my Nike air maxs were UGGS.

We danced to Selena Gomez (win) and then fell I asleep on the subway blaring out tunes from my phone with Kerri dancing to rudimental.

Sunday we went to CONEY PONY LOADA BALONEY island which was weird! And Brighton beach (represent) and little Russia and the beastie boys park memorial and I nearly shed a tear. Didnt manage to see any hiphop in NYC but the last thing we walked past before getting the tube to the airport to fly out to LA, was a big guy listening to "still dre" loudly in his car and it capped it off perfectly.