paris better be worth it...

so it's 330am and derek and i have been up for hours trying to frantically book our european leg. yes, yes, i know "bla bla bla you should've booked ahead bla bla". it's kind of hard to think a week ahead when you dont know what you're doing tomorrow. anyway. we finally booked one good hostel for two days and one potentially traumatic "hotel" for three days. i'm sure it'll be fine. but daaamn paris is expensive. had we booked ahead, we'd still be paying way more than we are paying for this fine establishment in new york...
speaking of which, yes, we're still in new york. and yes, i still like new york. but yes, i am getting sick of america. i don't know if my opinion is being swayed by homesickness, but i definately am sick of many an american thing. nevertheless, i have enjoyed myself, and to keep everyone abreast of what's been going on, here is a list of stuff that makes overseas life worth living:
- we saw bloc party for free at a secret show (seeing the massive american crowd sing along to "why can't you be, more european?!" was one of the more ironic things i've seen)
- we saw sunset rubdown play at a sick venue in brooklyn
- i swear i saw carlos d (bassist for interpol) walking down the street after shopping at crate and barrel. after following him down the street and losing him, derek and i shall never know for sure.
- we met some interesting locals. the less said about that, the better.
- i've eaten enough crap to make myself contemplate vegetarianism, and i loves me my meat.
- i've seen the view from the top (of rockerfeller center), and it's a lot less annoying up there.
and it's 3:50 am, so f this, i'm out.