I don't have the greatest memory so I'll just give you the basics. But let me say - everything turned out perfectly. I'm not sure if it was due to planning or plain luck but I couldn't have wished it better. As far as I know we ticked off everything from the girls' list and even threw in a few surprises.
On the second day we had brunch at Tom's Restaurant, otherwise known as the diner from Seinfeld. It's on 112th and Broadway which is only a 10 minute walk from our apartment. We came back via Amsterdam Avenue which boasts this insane cathedral down a side street that is both monstrous and beautiful. We dropped Timon off at home, grabbed our high heels and walked down through Central Park to meet the Sex and the City tour on 59th and 5th. Lucy wanted to duck into Forever 21 and exchange a top she had bought the day before so Lauren and I waited and wandered into The Plaza for a toilet stop. I fully expected to be kicked out as soon as we entered, but little did I know there is a whole shopping area/restaurant inside that is open to the public plebs. We found the bathroom, gawked at rich people having high tea and spotted Susan Sarandon entering through a side door. Very cool, very gorgeous lady. The tour was highly populated with Aussie tourists all as nerdy about SATC as Lauren. Our guide was funny and very informative, showing clips to confirm all the sites she pointed out. We stopped at The Pleasure Chest sex shop and a park in Greenwich Village for a brief shop at Marc Jacobs and Magnolia Bakery. We also visited Buddakan, the restaurant from the first SATC movie, a place which will feature in our adventures a couple of weeks later! I think the most important nugget of info gleaned from the tour was that Chris Noth, Mr Big himself, could be seen in a current Broadway production. The trick was to stake out the stage door and get an up close and personal experience as opposed to spending how much on a ticket to the show. Hot tip noted!
Friday was Century 21 day. It was also Good Friday which meant that approximately 1 million people were in our way all day. Century 21 is an outlet for fancy designers and covers everything from Chanel, Calvin Klein, Marc Jacobs and Lucy's fav - Winter Kate (Nicole Richie's line). The dressing room queues were insane and when I left the girls (I had a job interview to attend) they were trying stuff on amongst the racks. I returned an hour later and they had moved about 5 metres. I splurged and bought 1 dress, the girls.....went nuts. From there we moved east to Chipotle, an awesome mexican fast food place, for lunch. We walked down to Wall St to collect JScott (a friend from my time at UNCG), captured the Bull on camera, witnessed a small child falling from atop said bull, stifled a laugh because seriously, who puts their child on top of a giant shiny smooth bull statue on cobble stones and does not spot them???, circled the construction site that is the World Trade Centre spot and subway'd up to 50th to grab Timon from work. Upon the mighty fine suggestion of one of Timon's co-workers we found ourselves downing $4 margaritas at a nearby restaurant until somehow (and no-one remembers how) we ended up at home, sloppily drunk and rowdy. Apparently I kissed a subway poster of Danny McBride - I protest that the photographic evidence employs a trick angles. JScott went on his way out to Brooklyn and we heard later that his journey was long and eventful - with him managing to get his glasses stuck in the subway door for 3 stops.
Needless to say Saturday morning was spent in a relaxing fashion and we only dragged ourselves outside to stalk Mr Big. We found the right theatre and loitered for an hour unsure of the procedure for this stuff. Luckily Chris Rock was performing next door and his show finished first so we could see how it all went down. Lucy tried for an autograph but Chris Rock will only sign Playbills, not scraps of paper found in your handbag. Boo to him. We did get some sneaky photos however. He looks old. We were fist in line for the Mr Big stagedoor and we charmed the security guard into giving us a playbill each. We met Brian Cox who was so lovely and chatted with us about his impending trip to Cairns for a film shoot, Jason Patric, Jim Gaffigan and finally Mr Big himself. He was handsome but business-like, doing his duty with the crowd. We got autographs and candid photos so it was definitely a successful mission.
Timon spent the next morning with the girls shopping at various markets while I was at work. They collected me at 5.30 and we hunted down a rumoured $1 dumpling place in ChinaTown. We found it, lucked upon a table and ordered a table full of pork dumplings and miso soup. Nom nom. This would not be our last visit (and I suspect Timon and I will make regular pilgrimages).
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