Coffee and Condoms

He's baaaaack.

A hot, sticky, fuggy, white (yeghyeghyegh [or bah as Vince would say], let-me-out) day in New York was lifted by the return of Chris from the bowels of Ohio. We started the day off in typical style: the coffee from Kudo Beans, or are they The Bean, now, on 1st Ave and 3rd Street in the Village, where they are trained (and happy) to provide double espressos with a shot of steamed milk and where they also have occasional little baskets of the free NYC condoms, which are just so pretty one has to have them. That's my story and I'm sticking to it (it's true! it's true! - hey Marijke, where's your one?). And yes, Chris carried mine back for me. I think this whole blog business started off with me holding little packets of something...whiskey! Yes, after a February return from SA, where alcohol is conveniently packaged into tot-size bags for intrepid but fire- water-loving travelers (hello Mommy! hello Jay?).

Ha! found it. Gin...it was gin...look, my favourite sweater with the two moth holes in it. Sniff.