April 2007 Archives

After all the build up and excitement, I'm going on a presspass the day before we fly to New York. It's actually not all that bad, it just means I have to really focus the day before I go, instead of thinking up new things I want to buy while I'm there (currently I'm at new jeans, new perfume, a Yankees cap and a fridge magnet).

So, we'll be away for a while, wish us luck and good Matzo ball soup (woo hoo!).

Wishlist item #2:

Elsa Peretti Bean Pendant (small). From Tiffany's, appropriately enough.

In an attempt to not blog about New York (Friday people, FRIDAY!), here are some things I love almost as much as the upcoming trip.

(Friday).

1. You haven't had this yet. You will soon, and it's worth the hype. LUCOZADE SPORT TROPICAL FLAVOUR! Tastes like Passion Fruit and it is soooo good on a hungover Saturday morning. Until you break the seal on the bottle top and it pours all over your hungover face in bed *cough* IAN *cough*

2. Something I've not blogged about before is the fact that I'm a closet cross stitcher. It's not cool, hence the shyness about it. My mum got me into it, and while there have been attempts to give cross stitching more street-cred (Subversive Cross Stitch being a very cool way of going about it), it's very much a mum-type hobby. It does feel great making things though, and I've been glued to the Craftzine blog for about a year now, and have very big plans to get back into linocut craft when we've bought a house and I don't need to worry about risking getting my deposit back because of possible floor staining. The blog is affiliated to Boing Boing (again, a daily fix) and has a little crush on anything Katamari Damacy, which means I love it even more.

3. In a much cooler vein, we're hitting the 24 again, hard, in chez Nat and Ian. This time, it's season 5, and I know we're behind so do me the favour of not spoiling it - that means you Dan. That earlier President Palmer revelation was totally unnecessary, dude. We're digging it so far! Audrey Raines has good hair in this one.

4. Facebook. If you and I have had a face-to-face conversation in the last month or so, then we've spoken about this. It's amazing, and you need in, go now.

Also, I'm going to be doing a sort of 'live wishlisting' on here - things that I see that are particularly awesome will be posted as a wishlist entry. Maybe you see something you like?

Awesome Katamari tee.

Well, hopefully all that typing across the table is Ian actually blogging too. We've been crap of late.

A strange state of limbo, I've been in.

It's as though our feet haven't really touched the soil since landing back in London after SA. That was in early March, and still it feels as though I'm not living my real life.

We have New York to look forward to, and it's kind of a big deal, because this is really and truly the first time in my life that I've gone on a big holiday in the knowledge that I had another (albeit a lot shorter) one to look forward to afterwards. I have friends who do this all the time, co-workers who have their holiday time for the year booked out by the end of January, into small two-week vacation increments of Australia, Spain, Peru, and various tiny weekend breaks for hen-dos, lie-in country weekends, etc.

Maybe it's because we weren't the biggest holidaying family - sure, we took trips to Plett countless times as kids before we moved into the Garden Route ourselves, and hit Namibia once, but I was shocked into strange silence at my first boyf's tales of family trips on cruise ships and to Disney World. You went there? But that's... for kids, right? Wait, what? The trips are really for the KIDS?

So the US doesn't feel real, my New York is the Friends apartment, my American people are Rodney and Leno, my American food is Betty Crocker's chocolate chip. This is distorted yes, and I'd like to believe I've grown up a bit more than this description suggests. Not really?

So I'm catching up on Overheard in NY, Autoblography, and the New York State guide book my uncle (who raves about the place) lent to us, in an attempt to not be a total newbie at transatalanticism.

I expect to take romantic, dingy photos and brightly lit cheesy ones too.

Everyone I mention the trip to mentions their own experience, "oh, you simply must do this", "you have to eat there". Have you been?

In other news, apparently our bank likes us enough to give us the opportunity to borrow crap loads of money to buy a house, and then pay them back double over the rest of our natural lives. Awesome!