Lunch date with Liz Lemon

My first full Saturday (2nd Ed.) started very differently to my usual Brisbane (my bedroom is a lighthouse) morning.  A combination of being sick and being slightly public transport challenged (when there isn't anyone around to impress with my MTA prowess) resulted in my missing stations, getting on wrong trains and having to work hard to put a good spin on the 75 thousand flights of stairs climbed to get to Greenwich Village.

But I eventually  made it to the New York Etsy markets for some wandering in the sun and marvelling at how crafty types the world over are the same.  Moustache, bows, anything looking like it originated in Brooklyn?  Yes, come to our market please.  The graffiti on the local school was very cool if not slightly depressing for the young minds.

I then made another series of poor subway choices to get to the Upper West Side to go to another set of markets.  Ok.  The markets were just a clever ruse to wander around the neighborhood so that I could meet my best friend Liz Lemon.  I just know we're going to be close when we do actually meet.  This neighborhood had really started the Halloween preparations with the above scary looking pumpkiny street scene.  I don't get it. I really don't.

I had lunch at Spring and decided I must have mixed up the dates/times (lives) with Liz and then made another series of poor subway choices to get home (there's a theme here).

I returned  to my dear little corner apartment and tucked my head cold into bed with Series 7 of 30 Rock for company.

And that is how one spends a Saturday in New York.