Okay, before we get started on the whole Walk-Down-New-York-Memory-Lane thing, there’s something you need to know.
From now on, you can call me Chunky Dot.
This is to clear all doubts you may have of my present status, vis-a-vis the Chunky Dot you will notice in the following New York pictures.
Dimsum is a way of life. Especially when you are meeting up with a group of homesick Singaporeans. To those keeping tabs, Jay is a homesick Singaporean by association. If you ask me, he looks the most excited to start.
Peter Sutherland took three years to grow that facial hair. I asked to touch it. It felt like hair.
The Eatin’ Foursome at Craft. Clueless Dot spent the entire dinner without noticing Mandy Patinkin at the next table. Sam pointed out he was in a cheesy high school baseball jacket. Note to self: Everything they said about his voice is true.
Speaking of celebrities, we spotted Chloe Sevigny in the East Village.
It may seem that all Jay and I did was eat, but…er, okay, you got us there. Here Jay demonstrates the correct way to consume Takoyaki. Without mercy.
The first US reunion of Communication Studies veterans kicked off at Mash’s place in Williamsburg. Except for the fact it was 10 years since graduation, we all pretty much looked the same. I don’t know if that’s good or bad.
True to New York form, we spent many humid minutes waiting underground for the subway. As Chunky Dot, I was four times more exhausted, three times hotter, and two times grouchier than the average commuter.
Kevin and Nadine are too cool for this blog.
If I had a billion dollars to spare, I would also purchase this Panda Chair. Someone in the store ticked me off for shooting the picture. They are so chic in Soho that photographs are forbidden because the chicness will melt your lens.
Gangsta’ Jay is pimpin’ in the ‘hood.
I’ve got more New York photos here, and extra Dot Blog Points (redeemable at your nearest brewery) to anyone who can identify the obscure Simpsons reference in the title.
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