New York is a friendly town

Sabrina left us in charge of Batman and her apartment while she ran off to San Francisco and her long awaiting boyfriend.
We've been lucky enough to share the apartment with one of her aquaintances from Sydney who likes to 'party' at 4:30am in her room. This wouldnt be an issue except for the fact that we sleep in the lounge room. So the bright lights and clanging of the cat food bowl flying across the room have just been a fucking awesome part of my sleep pattern of late. Not to mention the giggling that occurs when you're intoxicated and think no one can hear you. Everyone can hear you.
We did some partying of our own last week - our first night out in New York consisted of making dinner, having a few beverages and then someone slipping a little something something in my drink. I really enjoyed throwing up in the snow filled gutter, falling in it, and then continuing to throw up after getting a lift home in a limo. It was like the Presets. Minus the Presets.
Aside from that, we all had a blast. I danced off the rest of my night to the entire Vampire Weekend soundtrack back at Sab's apartment (with Sab & Tully) while they took turns in slapping me in the face.
Take two on the partying - Christmas Eve we went out for 'a drink'. With no Sab and no idea where we were going, we stopped the cab in East Village and decided to join a line outside the only club that was open. Some black guy in sunglasses was picking people out of the line and letting them in, Jess piped up that we were Australian and he invited us straight in (No one could see that under our jackets we were wearing the same t-shirts and jeans we'd been wearing for the past 2 days).
We managed to be let into a roped off area and helped ourselves to bottles of vodka on ice. Needless to say Christmas morning consisted of managing to succesfully hold my vomit down. Tully wasn't so lucky..

Christmas day was spent at Josh's apartment in East Village with 11 other Australian's who we'd never met before. Still feeling like we were going to throw up, Tully and I decided it would be rude to say no to a glass of wine to accompany the three hour long game of pictionary. It was nice to not have to listen to the American accent for once, and the weather wasn't below freezing. We could almost pretend we were home.

Lunch was roast chickens, ham, pork, salads, baked potato's, gravy.. enough to feed a small country. I think I was swaying by this point.. sometime it grew dark and Tull and I dragged our sorry arses back home.

A few highlights of the past few days:
- realising I had $36 in my bank account
- Jess and Tull pissing off about 40 tourists by lying on the John Lennon memorial in Strawberry Fields in Central Park
- Dylan's Candy Bar. Oh my god. Everything you can imagine plus more. There were chocolate covered oreo's, grape flavoured gummy bears, cookie dough covered in chocolate, oreo cupcakes.. I now have diabeties.
- Tully's diet of yesterday: coke for breakfast, chocolate brownie, M'Donalds, other chocolate brownie and then a chocolate pop tart for dinner
- walking 80 blocks because we couldn't find the right subway line
- having to tell a giant, glaring, mexican man that he'd short changed me
- getting a free lunch at the Natural History Museum today thanks to CSU Dining Hall tricks of the trade
- making friends with a homeless man who feeds pigeons and said he was going to marry his wife's daughter
- finding out there's a Cindy Sherman exhibition here at the moment
- not seeing Suri Cruise.

I'm in a tourist shop with techno music and fluro lights to keep me company. Time to leave..