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This morning we walked around Central Park a bit, mainly to feel less guilty about that pizza from last night. It was very pretty, even with the lack of foliage.



After doing the typical tourist squirrel-chasing routine and wandering through the Zoo, we went to Soho to shop.

And shop.

There was so much gear though, like acres and acres of clothes, jeans stacked to the rafters etc. Even when you go outside theres some guy with a hotdog stands full of knock-off watches and novelty shirts with bad language on them. The sheer volume of merch on offer was a bit of a barrier, but we were definitely in a mood for buying.

Case in point, Dave and I were hanging around outside H&M trying not to buy anything when some guy materialized (somewhat alarmingly) right next to me. He explained that he was a rapper and offered to sell us copies of his CD. He even pulled his (or possibly someone elses) ipod out so we could both see the clip for his first single and hear a sample. Man, there is nothing funnier than watching Dave pretend to enjoy hip-hop.



Anyway 20 bucks later we both had autographed copies. Thats how much of a buying mood we were in.

We did a lot of shopping at this place called Yellow Rat Bastard, which was actually a pretty annoying store to be in cos the music was up way loud and everyone was pretty rude. Later on we discovered this other place with a conveyor belt running across the ceiling, loaded with glass cubes filled with expensive shoes, that was just awesome. Shirts were $5, hoodies for $15, shoes for $50 odd. I could have spent a lot more cash there than I did, but I forced myself to go home and get some perspective before I left the city with 14 different black hoodies.



Thats not to say I didn't buy anything stupid though, in fact I'm *this* close to hitting up the vendor guys for a giant replica of Jay-Z's one off Jacob watch, or maybe some Bell & Ross hotness. Unnnngggghhh.


I'm trying to form an opinion of New Yorkers on the whole, but its a very hard thing to do. Somewhere between their reputation, my own expectations and the huge variety of the incredibly rude and genuinely friendly lies the formula, I just haven't found it yet. "19 million crazy bastards" is the closest I have so far.