This fine day we shall go and find a wardrobe of delights, again. Vintage fashion heaven we be in. We can't tire ourselves out too much as we're headed over to Goodbye Blue Monday for The Brooklyn Tea Party, an open mic night we've been invited to, not to be confused with the right wing bastards that believe in racism homophobia and being generally republican fanatics.
The good folk Ina and Daniel have recommended we drape ourselves in the second hand cloth of Beacon's Closet. Ahh it's like Narnia. There's Aslan behind the counter looking so cool.
It's massive, organised chaos of every single outfit you can imagine. We have relieved the closet of:
- 1 tie dye maxi frock
- 1 blue fitted A-Line strapless number
- 1 cowboy's belt
The other day we happened upon The Candy Store, a great silk-screen poster shop. We return. The Melvins are having a signing. "Who are The Melvins?" Laura asks. Everyone seems VERY excited. Oh the Melvins! We buy many beautiful posters and leave. The posters we bought are all by Michael Michael Motorcycle http://www.michaelmichaelmotorcycle.com/ he was our favourite favourite, obviously. And we also congratulate ourselves in realising that they won't cost us anything in extra baggage coz it's just paper innit. Result.
We meander through the arty part of Williamsburg and see an array of interesting artists studios. We also find the best coffee in this area at Cafe Colette. We tell them so. We also find Bruar Falls - the sister venue to the Cake Shop.
After a quick strum and practice we're hot footing it to the J line, and on our way to Bushwick where we meet Ginger and Joel before our set. A bowl of chilli and a pint of Hoeegarden later we're amazed to see that an entire beer garden has been put in place since our last visit. We find a ramshackle shed with as many strange artifacts as there are inside Goodbye Blue Monday and benches set out like pews with an aisle down the middle like a little church out in the Wild Wild West. We meet Joe Crow self styled 'Dude'. He's the preacher man along with his buddy . The first act we see is a woman playing auto-harp who you could mistake for a Coco Rosie. Her 11 week old child is in the audience. Tapping her foot and clicking her fingers.
1, 2, skip a few it's little robots on next. "All the way from the best part of England.........."
We play our 2 numbers. We sing our socks off. We get rapturous applause and encore. No seriously, we really did! So we get asked for one more. Int that nice. Awww.
We WANT a J.
We get a J.
Good for us.
It's been too long :-)
This so called joint requires a saunter up Macy and past the projects home once to Jayzee. Our suspicions are confirmed. We have a pint on Macy and treat ourselves to a cab as it's late and dark and we don't know where we are.
Next day.
Mary leaves before Laura to achieve a goal of this holiday which is to buy a decent ukulele.
Laura leaves after Mary to achieve a goal of this holiday which is to go on a protest and march to satisfy her socialist tendencies.
Mary heads for West Village and Chelsea to 2 shops that have been recommended. Did they have ukuleles? Were they open ? NO! Bum. She did find Chelsea Poetry Club though. A strangely decorated club/cafe with such comedy names on the menu as dog shit stew. She passed.
Laura joins the march for HIV and AIDS treatment and prevention for all somewhere near the Chrysler building. She descends on the United Nations headquarters where there is a rally, a noisy exciting rally.
There was talks for all sorts of people from different corners of society including sex-workers, professors and campaigners all calling for fair treatment for patients and minority groups and funding for everyone.Right on!
We are united at the Empire State building, with Joel in tow. It's his last day and he has a passion for sky high views. It's AMAZING! being that high up and not feeling like you are about to fall off or anything. It's sooooo hiiigh up. It was one of the best things we did on our trip and gave us an immense sense of the city and how it all maps out. From here we saw the Chrysler and the Flat Iron two buildings we particularly wanted to see on the trip and Madison Sq gardens, Central park, Hudson River, etc etc to list but a few. We descend from the searing heat on floor 86 to the cooling marble foyer on Ground where Joel says his farewells. Bye Bye Joel. Nice meeting you lad. Now we need to find bathers for Nantucket.
1.5 hour later, 2 bathers bought. A hour queue promoting Mary to ask upon reaching the front how many people had died queuing that day. The reply, "we've all died a little today". So we head over to find the diner we've heard about in Williamsburg. We need to eat burger and chips in a diner. It's what we need to do in New York. It's what dreams are made of. We find it! Yes! Shiny steel clad 20's diner. We peek inside at thier art-deco steely decor and it's fucking shut innit. We knock and knock, please let us in, this is our dream. but no-one is home to hear our cries. A passerby says that it will be opening soon. How exciting. "What time?" "July 3rd". We walk on to the fancy dinning car on the other side of the bridge. It's open, it's packed, it's fully booked, it's an hours wait for a burger and chips. *Cry*.
So, what shall we do? We walk with our heads hung low and our chins scraping the floor. Shall we go here? OK we say sadly to each other. But no need to be sad it's a Mexican cantina with a whole menu of Mezcal and tequila and cocktails - suppose this'll do.
- 1 prickly pear margarita
- 1 hibiscus margarita
- 1 pork quesadilla with sweet potato
- 1 fish taco
- 2 large mescal with worm salt and an orange slice
True story.
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