Fresh from our lack of sleep thanks to our rooftop adventures, Dave and I cautiously ventured out of the apartment, keys in hand, on Saturday around noon to explore Soho and do some necessary shopping. Robert caught us as we left however, and proceeded to take us to the nearest bar for breakfast. Luckily there were omelette's and such available so we stuck to the tamer options on the menu, but Robert, in true 'Austin Powers' style, impressed us with his three breakfast Screwdrivers.
Feeling quite shown up, we then grabbed a cab and hit Soho.
Although I had great visions of coming home with dozens of shopping bags full of impressively fashionable Sex And The City purchases, I only bought one thing in Soho. At least I found something! A fab pair of 7 jeans from Barneys.
Saturday night crept up on us quickly and after scouring Broadway for tickets to a show, we lucked out and managed to get two seats to see Phantom of the Opera. What a fabulous show. The only thing I hate about shows like that though, is that I always seem to leave feeling quite talentless. Ah to be able to sing! Wandering down the road from the Majestic Theatre where Phantom was playing, we found a gorgeous place called Marcellina's, which was Moroccan wine and tapas bar on 9th and 44th street. Open all night for late night diners like us, we tucked ourselves into a corner and savoured an array of dips and nibbles while we enjoyed a glass of wine or two.
To top off the night, we hailed a bicycle cart thing which were absolutely everywhere!), which allowed a Pommie guy called Gregory to peddle us around Times Square in the carriage attached to the back of his bike for half an hour or so. He was the WORST driver I've ever seen and I'm not sure how we avoided being hit by the cars, but we did and it was hysterical. He even narrated the entire ride with a history of the square and all its quirks.
And yes, that night we had the key to the apartment so we managed to get a decent night sleep... haha.
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