rear window
i'm in no way scared of flying (i do it enough) but for some reason i was really anxious leaving maximum's party.
i felt like i was saying goodbye to my sons forever, and i was close to tears thinking z would never even remember me and that maximum would only have a very vague memory of me, if i died on this trip.
it's very rare that i fly alone.
someone (often frances) is normally with me...but for this trip, i'm flying solo.
(i actually try to spend as little time alone, always, as i often get 'down' when i overthink everything which i invariably do when i'm not with company).
at heathrow, declined the £269 upgrade for the flight and bagged 4 seats to lie accross in economy for the flight to NY.
watched the crap 'aeon flux' and slept the rest of the way.
got to the apartment in the east village i'm staying in by 6am UK time, totally delerious.
picked up the keys from the deli round the corner and passed out till 7am (local) this morning, 5hrs later.
many low rent, new york apartments (the one's i'm always in) look out to views like this...
there was strange light in NY today.
shame these jpegs don't do it justice.
spent the morning doing some clothes shopping round soho and down broadway.
bought a black linen suit in H&M.
there was a group of old ladies milling around the end of the queue.
'are you in the queue?' i asked the ladies.
they looked at me like i was mental.
'are we in the what?' one said.
'are you in the queue?'
'i don't know...we're in the line...is that what you mean?'
had lunch for one at 'lucky strike' on grand: the BEST chicken ceaser salad.
more shopping after lunch.
and some rain.
met greg, and later natalie, for dinner in a little italian in the east village.
back to the apartment delerious again by 7.30pm.
zzzz
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