The requisite touristy shot at the spot where Sally dropped off Harry.
Alfie bored by the rain.
Ginnie bored by the rain.
The threesome at the Shake Shack. We are determined to return when it's warmer and we can take off our jackets to enjoy the marvellous burgers and shakes, butofcos.
The threesome again.
Compartmentalised dish as art and a crazy girl moving at the speed of light in a congee shop in Chinatown.
Best fried chicken ever at Sylvia's. That sleepy jet-lagged dude went off to fly an Airbus within the next 24 hours. Gulp.
These yelping, somersaulting dogs. They're everywhere, even the malls of America. And you thought they were only outside Lucky Plaza.
Yelping, somersaulting dog in action. I've always wanted one.
This one's for you, baby. Sorry about the retarded facial expression. And Rector would've been a most unfortunate name.
Suckered by Project Runway to go to Mood Fabrics. Ugly and expensive cloth. Didn't even run into Tim Gunn.
1 comment:
Baby Julian says: "I'm most happy I escaped being called Rector! Juju is so much better"
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