In Which I get behind in Posting.

Friday night, George's brother's otherwise known as The Kin, were playing at the Rockwood Music Hall. Ingrid and I tagged along. I was blown away, they were UNBELIEVABLE. I could have sat there and listened to them all night which considering my idea of a 'good night' is my bed, my cats, my electric blanket on high and a good book. We needed dessert to recover so of to Sweet Dream Temptations again were we ate pudding. Again. Seriously good pudding. It was George's fault, I would never have thought about dessert until she mentioned it.

Saturday. I had read about Smorgasbord in Brooklyn and it looked like the right place to spend Ingrid's last morning in New York. The concierge in the hotel gave us a rather large bum steer. We ended up getting off at the wrong subway station and had to walk 45 minutes to get to Smorgasbord. We could possibly have been a LITTLE bit cross, tired and grumpy when we finally made it there to find it all out in the full sun (it was very hot) and really not what we expected. Don't get me wrong it was good and if we had only had to walk 10 minutes to get there it would have been better. We had to cab it back to Manhattan as there was track work on the subway going uptown and there was a massive queue to get on. I don't like massive queue's.


We ended up in Soho at Ruby's for a quick bite to eat (tuna pasta) and then walked back to the hotel.

I have no idea how many miles Ingrid and I covered in the 7 days we spent together but I can tell you it was a LOT. We had the most amazing time together despite the fact she wouldn't share all my bad eating binges (not that there were many of them). I am not sure how we made it anywhere as we both had a dreadful sense of direction and when I say dreadful I really mean dreadful. I don't think we had a single argument (except when she ate my favourite cupcake) and there were a couple of 2 am conversations when we wee both awake and couldn't sleep.

All in all we had the best time and then she jumped into a cab and left me crying on the curb. Literally.