Going Solo

Its the timeout weekend for the travelling crew, which really means let's-split-up-before-we-kill-each-other day. So on saturday, we trio headed off separately to rediscover parts of the city we want to revisit. As for me, i slept in, lounged around the apartment and finally picked a spot to go wandering. This would also be the first day i can do guilt-free shopping, guilt-free from boys waiting around.

My choice of destination was the East Village - i heard it was my scene from travel guy #1 so off i went. I loved walking alone, discovering new places, not worrying about being too fast or too slow. It was a good day. East Village had lots of op shops so of course, i went into those and picked up a few vintage pieces. I watched a music festival at Tompkins Square, drank frappacino at Starbucks, walked thru Noho and Soho, and spotted my first celeb tho i don't really know who she was behind those big sunnies. It could be Alyssa Milano ... but i could be wrong. Honestly, i was more excited spotting the paparazzi guy than her ... crazy, i know.

So here i am on a sunday evening, nursing a sudden flu attack, while the travel guys head off to the Intrepid Museum, i sit here resting my tired legs from walking up and down 5th Ave and i shall leave you with what i overheard in new york today :

"And her second husband was a phedophile, and some kind of cult leader too."

New York is dull? Never