Hark! Tis a Pimp-tramp!

Friday was fun fun fun. The best meal of the trip so far was found on West Broadway and Broome Street. I spaced out a little just thinking about it then... Anyway! We started drinking our way to victory on Bleeker Street at 7PM before being led by those in the know to see a band called Easykiller, that include a barmaid from Brooklyn called Michelle that we'd met that week. A string of bars and drinks ensued in a whirlwind of introductions passport flashing. George sensibly called it a night between 1 and 2 in the morning, leaving me and Gav with our new found friend Jeremy and his long time super best mate Jesse (the girl type Jesse, not the dead cowboy type Jesse). When it was time for Jeremy to leave Gav and I decided it time for more bars. Word of advise: When you leave 110th Street subway station at 6AM on a Saturday, it's gone light, you're drinking beer out of a 40oz bottle in a paper bag and even the drug dealing street pimp-tramps of central park think you're a waste of time - you've had a good night out.
On Saturday we went to an independent cinema at half past midnight (so technically it was Sunday) to watch "Supersize Me!". [Ester - I didn't learn anything astonishingly new watching it, but did find it hard to watch at some points]. We had spent the whole day recovering from last night and got to the cinema as early as possible.