Well, sort of. I was staying just off Wall Street, with my Very Good, Kind and Wonderful friend Artemis. It was mostly a relatively chilled-out time, but there were some bits that ended up being unexpectedly mental.
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The stuff I did that was awesome:**
Go see Spamalot.
Go to the top of the Rockefeller Building.
Go to Mars Bar on 1st St and 2nd Avenue – so long as you think that an excellent jukebox, a dingy interior, weird patrons and a stink of piss in the toilets is a good thing.…

Strangers are funny old things.
Last night I was flitting merrily between two groups of people in Angel Lane as I prefer to do (it stops people getting tired of me), when I was suddenly transfixed mid-flit by an amazingly awesome Tshirt. The shirt in question bore the legend “Bouli Bouli. Fear sneachta bán” and a picture of said loveable snowman.
I let out a shout of joy and began to regale the wearer of said tshirt with my story about how Bouli used to sleep on my couch sometimes.…

I’m back home, hiding out for a bit. But there are definitely upsides.

Last night, at a lovely barbeque at Dave and Joan’s to celebrate Mister Dave’s birthday, I put Hellman’s Burger Sauce on my burger for the first time. I didn’t know that time machine transporters came in burger sauce flavour, but they sure as hell do, because when I opened my eyes after that first bite, I was sitting on a green leatherette couch with mirrors on the walls in Burgerland on William Street.

I had never seen Before Sunrise before tonight. Judge me all you like, but it’s the truth. Last weekend I was in Dublin for a gig and to visit some friends, one of whom hid it on another friend’s bookshelf and then texted me once he’d left to give me a clue that it was there. He probably didn’t want to get caught trafficing sappy films or something. He’d mentioned it to me recently, and said that it seemed like the kind of film I’d enjoy.