Better In Manhattan.

Day 2 New York-wake up pretty early to change hostels. Go to the metropolitan museum for the day. Walk around acting like pseudo-intellectuals. It's hot and i'm wearing skinny jeans. We later get ripped off at a place called metro diner by our new hostel by a shovanist italian waiter, i do not tip. Me and dan head to the cinema to see proposal on times square because i am twenty years old and still have a thing for ryan reynolds. Dan now has a thing for sandra bullock. Mark and jamie head to a comedy club and we all meet up later on, attempt to find the rockerfeller center for about half an hour. Me and dan eat mcflurrys, i feel sick.

Day 3 New York- I go for an early warm sunday morning jog in central park where i come across a triathalon and battle the competitors. I swear i see hilary duff jogging. Later, Dan, mark and i go to set your goals, four year strong, the swellers and fireworks in new jersey. Great show. I feel 17 again. Jamie gets caught up in a tornado back in manhattan. We meet some local new york natives who come from the show back at the train station heading back. They seem ignorantly bliss as to why we have come to new jersey for a show, does this sum up most of the americans i meet on this trip? Quite possibly.

Day 4 New York- I venture out on my own today. I take the subway to times square with an ipod and armed with an OK magazine. I try to find the rockerfeller center again, this time in the day time and get miserably lost thanks to google maps and my altered perception of north and south in manhattan. I give up and start heading south on broadway as thats the only direction i have figured out. I look out for the jazz club my parents tell me about, the village vanguard, i eventually find it somewhere near chelsea or greenwhich. I've walked so far i dont know where i am anymore. I stop at starbucks and treat myself to a smoothie and a piece of marble cake while i read my ultra stupid american gossip magazine. I walk a few blocks and all of a sudden the heavens open and it storms right over me and lower manhattan. A traffic warden takes shelter with me and makes small talk about the weather. I tell her it could be worse, like a tornado but she fails to understand my british humour. The rain gets heavier, i get slightly wetter. A dude from california starts talking to me about how he didnt bring the sun with him. He then asks me where times square is as if i live in the city. I say about four miles north. He asks me whats the other way, i tell him ground zero is about 10 blocks south and he freaks out and starts rapidly walking in the rain towards it. I contemplate if i give off a radiance of new yorker in me? The skies clear and i head to ground zero. It's a lot different from the first time i saw it five years ago and i'm somewhat disappointed they've made no progress except a building site. I think about heading to brooklyn bridge but it's nothing i havent done before. I take a packed subway to columbus and get stuck in another rainstorm. This time i just pull out my magazine and wait it out. I find the rockerfeller center this time and decide to go up it. The views are amazing, much better than the empire state building in my humble opinion. I take aimless amounts of photos. I start to walk back to the hostel through central park but its dredgy from the rain and my flip flops are destroyed, undearneath my feet want to give up but i am determined not to spend anymore money on subways. I eat macdonalds on 73rd. It's not amazing, but it does the job.