Last night for a refreshing change, we were in bed early and not blind drunk which meant that we were fresh as Daisies this morning for our Sunday morning trip over to Brooklyn. Because we are ladies, and clearly think we are far fancier than we actually are, we called Percy the driver to come and collect us and show us around his neighbourhood in Brooklyn. He arrived at 10 and drove us around stopping whenever we wanted and laughing at all our jokes – such a gentleman! He even had a sunroof so I could just sit and take snaps, like this one, of Freedom Tower down in the Financial District. It was all very pleasant.
It’s something else down there, down near where the twin towers are. We didn’t get a pass or have a close look but we had a good look around and you couldn’t help but be moved by the whole experience. This poor city, you can feel and see it’s scars down there.
We stopped to see that famous bull of Wall Street – so many people taking photos of it. Mrs Woog tried to get in there to kiss it (I talked her out of straddling it), but there were too many people. About time for that bull to kick into the market don’t you think?
Because for the last 5 years or so it’s been bullshit. Ba-boom-ching!
This cop was HOT. Look at him! Adorable. Of course I had to take a snap of him with Mrs W. We also liked him even more because he referred to us and our driver as VIP. It doesn’t take much to make us happy – hot cops handing us out compliments.
Don’t you worry New York, no one ever will. Well not me anyway…
I still can’t get over the layers in this city. Each street and lane way there’s layers of building, of architecture, of sizes and colours. And look at the scale of it all! I spend my entire time looking up – there’s so much you could miss out on.
We ducked over the iconic Brooklyn Bridge. THE BROOKLYN BRIDGE.
We headed into Brooklyn Heights for a coffee and look around. Percy showed us the good sights. Rob, if we ever need to move over here, I found our street. Brownstones people, BROWNSTONES. With flower boxes nonetheless!
And people riding their bikes on a Sunday morning!
Just past my new found house was this. What’s that? Just motherfucking NEW YORK that’s what. And Percy, chatting away to us.
And more handsome men riding bikes.
There’s our house Rob, just over there on the right.
Next stop on the tour was Percy’s secret spot. I teased him that that’s where he brings his lady friends when making the moves, but to get there we had to go past many deserted warehouses which actually made us think that this was the bit where we found out that Percy wasn’t actually a driver, but a killer, and he was taking us to a warehouse to shoot us, whack some concrete shoes on us, and throw us in the Hudson. He didn’t kill us, he’s legit. And this spot? Magic.
A stroll down the pier to see a certain lady.
LADY LIBERTY that’s who. Fist pumping for freedom. Lighting the way for us all. I get it sister, I get it.
Both Mrs W and I had a moment at the end of that pier. Not together. But it was an “in the moment” moment. That old bloke there was listening to some Nat King Cole, it was quiet, and still, and so freaking BEAUTIFUL.
Percy then dropped us off for our iconic walk over the bridge. I was quite impressed that Mrs W agreed to it, and she didn’t even complain once! See what getting over jet lag will do to a lady? Good girl Pookie!
I know. It took my breath away too.
Take it in. I did. Goosebumps right?
And look! It’s me! Hi Mum!
Post walk we were still feeling good so it was off to Century 21. I can barely do justice to that place. Whilst she ain’t pretty, she is CHEAP. Oh my stars was she CHEAP. Yes, capitals are required. As is repetition. CHEAP. Got it? I got some new Nike runners for under $50 and decided then and there that I was going to become a runner. Which meant that I had to purchase a running ensemble, which I did because everything was so CHEAP. I have a new fancy Nike bra thingy and fancy pants that were reduced from $130 to $15 and I’m not even kidding. I have socks, and a t shirt, and tomorrow? Imma RUN THROUGH CENTRAL PARK. In my fancy fluros. Yuh huh.
Which is a good thing because shopping ended with this. A stop off at our local pizza place Pizza Rustica on 2nd where our friend Rivita sorted us out good and proper.
Bucket list check off number 5? TICK.
It was all that and some. God Bless America.