out in the street, they call it muurrrderrr.

the man you see above is one jerome cancel. he murdered a pace uni student 5 blocks from our hostel, a day before we arrived in new york. we stumbled across him screaming at reporters while he was escorted away from the police precinct across the road from our hostel.

http://www.nypost.com/seven/09022008/news/regionalnews/man_confesses_to_pace_students_death_127162.htm

aaaaaaaanyway...
speaking of meaning to do stuff. i totally meant to spill all that booze shown in the two videos below. i knew vegas wasn't ready for me.

i suppose i should upload as much video as i can while i can. so here we go:

on a cold (because of the aircon) and dark las vegas night, two men named derek and david left for new york, on some airline called airtran (luxury all the way).


once in new york, these men saw four young lads from canada, who go by the name of tokyo police club, play at the mercury lounge.


they also saw a mr.roger federer teach a young man from luxembourg how to play tennis.


and i'm sick of waiting for videos to upload, so that'll do for now.

so yes, we're now staying in the cleanest hostel of them all in east village. it's a vibrant and interesting neighborhood. we went out to a couple of pubs last night and scoped out the area. we went to some sports bar first, and if i saw another nfl jersey wearing douche screaming at the top of their lungs in there, i might've done some bad things. so we moved onto a nicer bar in which they insisted on giving everyone outside free shots because it was 'too cold' (even though it was around 27* that day). i think the bartender noticed us sitting inside, feeling a bit left out, so he gave us a shot on the house as well. lovely. although tequila still tests my gag reflex to this day. i don't know where i'm going with this story, but there you go. that's what we did last night.
oh and we're staying in a dorm room with 4 others guys. two of which are a father and son duo. their wife and daughter are in a female room. so whoever i reading this has to promise me: smack me upside the head when i take my family to stay in a youth hostel in new york city... i'm off to get some adapters and perhaps a corndog or burger from a vending machine...

ps - yes, that stuff in that sandwich is meat. yes it is utterly, utterly delicious. and considering that i'm considering getting a burger from a vending machine, it's a whole lot more healthy than the other crap on offer in this country. holy hell, that reminds me. i'm going to have to extend this 'ps' as i just remembered our trip to a place called minado the other night...
we were at my aunt's place in queens. hungry as hell (we'd spent the past three hours watching 'burger paradise,' 'steak paradise,' and the start of 'deep fried paradise' on the travel channel. anyways, they took us to long island, to eat at a japanese buffet. that's right, japanese buffet. two words that should never, ever, ever be used together. don't get me wrong, i love my buffets. and i loves me some japanese food. but it just feels like japanese food is the kind of thing that should be savoured in small, civilized doses. anyway, this place was frightening and exciting at the same time. $30 gets you as much sushi, sashimi and hot japanese food as you want. i hadn't noticed an obese person in new york... until i stepped into minado. they were the happiest fat people in the world, shovelling sushi and crab legs into their faces. oh, except the angry mountain of a woman who was shouting at the kitchen, "ARE THERE GUNNA BE MOAR GREEN TEA CHEESECAKES?!?!" scary. anyway, the portions were frightening, the decor was tacky, the hot food was decent but not in any way japanese (tokyo fried rice? wtf is that. by adding tokyo to the front, you don't make it japanese), the sashimi was terrible, the price was right and i had a gay old time. but i digress...

pps - thanks for reading! i miss you all.