‘STOP!’ I cried, as the Sex and the City tour bus kind of drove away - without us. I banged on the back and I know I saw the driver looking at the pathetic sight of me through his side mirror, ignoring me. He wasn’t stopping. Nope (I knew we should have booked in advance!). Oh well. maybe next time. We did manage a trip to the Magnolia bakery which does feature in the show (you know, the scene when they are eating all those cup cakes? Never mind!). THE CUPCAKES WERE FAB! Oh that frosting!!! As I am typing this (back home in wet and cold London) my mouth is watering.
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On a more unhappier note…
Tonight, I decided I wanted a quick Pizza before our big night out on the town. A big greasy slice of New York pizza and perhaps some cheesecake. As usual I became a little obsessed about fulfilling this temporary dream. So, okay, I’m walking around Park Avenue and I see a man clutching a pizza box! And its huge! Great! ‘Excuse me…’I said as he ignores me and… walks off??
Why was he so rude?
Was I asking him for his first born pet?
I’m heading back to my hotel ready to admit defeat, I see a lady clutching a pizza box. So again; ‘Excuse me, where did you...?’ Before I could finish, she turns to me and her body does this jumping/shaking thing that tells me one of the following;
a, she’s a little frightened
b, she has mistaken me for her favorite movie star/Victoria Secret model
c, she’s a bit scared
I think its a, and c. Unfortunately.
So, I merely said; ‘I’m not going to hurt you. I just wanted to know where you got the pizza from.’ I suppose realising my accent was English was a plus (??) so she proceeded to tell me where she’d got it - which incidentally was very far away. And that was that. I didn’t lose my appetite but decided it was probably best not to ask about Pizza anymore. But the guys at The Club took pity and -get this - bought me some pizza!!!! Delivered to the hotel! What stars! They also wouldn’t hear of it when I attempted to pay.
Faith is restored. New Yorkers ROCK!
To be continued…..