So tired...I really wish I could sleep on planes. But try as I might, and even with a flat bed (and it is, and, being short, it is long enough for me; I'd doubt whether it is long enough for tall people, but, to be honest, they can bend their legs) I just can't get any decent sleep at all. I think I managed all of 10 minutes last night. So I watched films instead. I started with Bride Wars, on the simple expedient that it was bound to be a completely rubbish film, and it wouldn't therefore matter at all if I fell asleep at any point. But I didn't. And it was OK, in a girly schmaltzy type of a way. If you like that sort of a thing. Then it was the Curious Case of Benjamin Button, which is curiously reminiscent (although the essential premise is different) to the Time Traveller's Wife. I enjoyed, other than the fact that an announcement broke in on the last 3 minutes or so, which managed to bork the film, so I missed that bit. But I don't think it was anything overly amazingly twisty turny, so perhaps I will manage to see the end of it sometime.
Actually, that rather reminds me of Grease, which I was taken to by a colleague of my mother's about 6 weeks after everyone else saw it. I have no idea why she didn't take me, but she didn't. And we missed the start, so for ages and ages and ages I had no idea why there was an Australian in an American school, and what the back story was. I rather wish the internet had been available, and then perhaps I would have known! Or known earlier, anyway.
So, what else in New York is there to say... We had the obligatory walk in Central Park (although it rained), after taking a tour of Grand Central Terminus (there are apparently two stations; let that be a lesson). It takes about an hour and 45 minutes, and goes all over the station (because it is a station, notwithstanding also being a terminus). It was actually pretty interesting, but only takes place once a week on Wednesdays. And has the merit of being free.
Yesterday we did nothing much other than go to Katz Delicatessen (I could probably do links, but I really, really can't be arsed, to be honest; everything is googleable for anyone really interested) which is where
that scene in When Harry Met Sally was filmed. The counter system is really confusing there, and, if we'd seen it in time, I'd probably have opted to go for waiter serviced tables. Basically, there are different servers for different types of food (and even if you order breakfast number 1, you have to go to three different people to assemble the ingredients). But there are no signs or anything to tell you where to go, so you just have to look pathetic, and hope that the serving people are in good enough moods to tell you what to do. Slowly, and not gabblingly. Luckily I am a past master at the pathetic look (I could probably give master class lessons in it, to be honest).
But most excitingly yesterday, I got a manicure. Someone I work with said to get a manicure in New York "because they cost nothing". Now, that it blatently untrue, but it is exciting because it is the first time I have ever had a manicure, because (a) it's the first time that all of my finger nails have been long enough and (b) it's been the first time that I have not been embarrassed at their kemptness (or, of course, previously, unkemptness). So I have been waggling my fingers around ever since. Of course, once confronted with an array of colours to have painted, I couldn't decide, and just opted for clear. Perhaps I'll go for lime green next time...
