Antics
I promise I'll be back to posting my usual fic, fic, and fic very soon.
But here's day three!
Plus more pictures detailing more adventurings with the wonderful gina_r_snape and what few photos I have of my day with the lovely jadore_histoire:
Moscot, purveyors of incidentally hipster spectacles since 1915.
At Starbucks, I'm Jones.
A sample of circular delights from Doughnut Plant.
She has Fouacult on her bookshelves. As in my tumblr namesake. *beams*
Some more behind-the-scenes shots of our epic animation
Beautiful gina_r_snape and I drink baileys from a shoe
Pizzaaaaa! It was lovely, even though they put both the peppers and the eggplant on one half, instead of one on one half, one on the other.
Joyful nail
Then we walked about and wound up at a speakeasy, which was dark enough it didn't cameraphone well, but suffice it to say we had such a wonderful time and I was very sad when it came time for me to go back to my hotel for the night, all tuckered out.
Waiting for J'adore outside a bank on 42nd street, listening to Holy Fuck
The land of Sanrio, which I happen to know J'adore digs quite muchly
Of course we found the place in NYC that serves cream tea!
Then we had loads of other adventures that mostly I wasn't able to photograph, but I did get a lot of them on film, so you'll see more adventures in a coupla days. Then I went back to the hotel after big hugs and goodbyes and a couple sniffles, and then I didn't get any sleep at all as my father texted at 3 in the morning to tell me my flight was cancelled. :( Managed to get a flight out on the following Tuesday when I phoned the airline in the morning, and then it was a scary trek just before the trains shut down back to Gina's, with all my luggage. I had to queue for several hours at Duane Reade near the subway station to pick up a few drinks and snacks for us just in case of emergency. How thankful I was that her flat wasn't far from the train, as it was an ordeal lugging all this stuff about (serves me right for thinking that a box of cereal would be an appropriate gift to bring, I suppose) and then after I made it to her flat, we settled in and did some animating.
Guacamole in progress. It was sofa king good!
Gina's mighty mug, which I accidentally broke while doing the washing up on Monday afternoon. So terrible did I feel about this that I immediately ordered her a replacement (after gathering up all the bits and having a little weep) and then she came home and I told her what happened and I cried some more and she told me it was okay but I still felt really bad about it. I'M SO SORRY ABOUT YOUR MUG, DEAR :(
Sexy beast
But here's day three!
Click to viewPlus more pictures detailing more adventurings with the wonderful gina_r_snape and what few photos I have of my day with the lovely jadore_histoire:
Moscot, purveyors of incidentally hipster spectacles since 1915.
At Starbucks, I'm Jones.
A sample of circular delights from Doughnut Plant.
She has Fouacult on her bookshelves. As in my tumblr namesake. *beams*
Some more behind-the-scenes shots of our epic animation
Beautiful gina_r_snape and I drink baileys from a shoe
Pizzaaaaa! It was lovely, even though they put both the peppers and the eggplant on one half, instead of one on one half, one on the other.
Joyful nail
Then we walked about and wound up at a speakeasy, which was dark enough it didn't cameraphone well, but suffice it to say we had such a wonderful time and I was very sad when it came time for me to go back to my hotel for the night, all tuckered out.
Waiting for J'adore outside a bank on 42nd street, listening to Holy Fuck
The land of Sanrio, which I happen to know J'adore digs quite muchly
Of course we found the place in NYC that serves cream tea!
Then we had loads of other adventures that mostly I wasn't able to photograph, but I did get a lot of them on film, so you'll see more adventures in a coupla days. Then I went back to the hotel after big hugs and goodbyes and a couple sniffles, and then I didn't get any sleep at all as my father texted at 3 in the morning to tell me my flight was cancelled. :( Managed to get a flight out on the following Tuesday when I phoned the airline in the morning, and then it was a scary trek just before the trains shut down back to Gina's, with all my luggage. I had to queue for several hours at Duane Reade near the subway station to pick up a few drinks and snacks for us just in case of emergency. How thankful I was that her flat wasn't far from the train, as it was an ordeal lugging all this stuff about (serves me right for thinking that a box of cereal would be an appropriate gift to bring, I suppose) and then after I made it to her flat, we settled in and did some animating.
Guacamole in progress. It was sofa king good!
Gina's mighty mug, which I accidentally broke while doing the washing up on Monday afternoon. So terrible did I feel about this that I immediately ordered her a replacement (after gathering up all the bits and having a little weep) and then she came home and I told her what happened and I cried some more and she told me it was okay but I still felt really bad about it. I'M SO SORRY ABOUT YOUR MUG, DEAR :(
Sexy beast