2003-09-09 - 3:28 p.m.

easyeverything, time square, new york, new york

so got here yesterday night after spending two hours on the heathrow tarmac in a plane that couldn't take off as the air conditioning was down. i felt like how i imagine a steamed clam feels. we (me and housemate bruce) are staying in the rock and roll carlt*n arms hotel, which is slightly less charming than I remember it being this time last year, but what do you want for nothing? a rubber, as they say, biscuit? we did the local bars last night and bitched about the new no smoking rule, which really does not suit this city. quit pretending you're healthy NYC - you're not california, for flip's sake. this morning we mostly wandered round with our necks craned upwards, as you do when you first get here after not being here for a year or so. bruce took some great photos of my ass, and lots of other scenes that i had to point out to him. we've scheduled a party for the suitably cheery date of the 11th, and you should come as it is in the swankmongering luxury of the saint regis hotel. mail me for details, or for further persuasion. photos of my ass will not be circulated.