Monday, September 8th 2008
Today was the day. We started the day off by splitting up in two groups of two; Sheen and I as one and the other you can figure out. Brandice and Ryan headed off to the Museum of Modern Art while Sheen and I screwed off towards South Manhattan in search of the fabled Magnolia Bakery so we could mack some cupcakes. We were short for time however, because we had to meet up with our insignificant others at the NBC building in Rockafellar plaza to pick up our tickets for Mr. Conan O’Brian’s infamous late night show. So we quickly champed it onto a southbound metro and almost immediately found said bakery... it’s located in a super cool little area called SoHo, almost comparable to Winnipeg’s Osbourne village. Upon entering the bakery Sheen and I were blown away by the high quality looking cupcakes, and their outrageous price tag... Three American dollars for a cupcake?! C’mon! We hummed and hawed for a bit and then decided on an assorted 9 cupcakes... 4 of them being these ones called red velvet... The name describes them to a T. The red velvet cupcakes were indeed the deepest blood-red coloured food I have ever laid my teeth on; Beautiful. We decided that the price for these rich and extremely filling little gems was actually fairly reasonable after we had finished them up.... they were perfect.
If you have ever seen the Conan O’Brian show you’ll know exactly awesome my life was tonight. You’d never know it but the size of Mr. Conan’s stage and audience area is way smaller than you could imagine... if I had to guess it would probably be about 75 feet wide and about the same deep, not including the stage where the guest band performs.... Unfortunately we had some shitty guests on the show... Howie Mandel was there, he appeared to be on cocaine or something. Some American Olympic medallist was there also, she was pretty boring and a big dink... y’know, the usual: oh this is so great for me, I go around everywhere and everyone is like “OMG!!! You’re that Olympic medallist who has a giant photo in Times Square and on the Wheaties box” blah blah blah good for me. Perfect, thanks for comin out Nastia and being the worst Conan guest. James Lipton popped in for a bit and basically saved the show... what a great man. OOOH Conan, you are so great. He finished things up with a very properly delivered song featuring the band and himself singing “this is the goodbye song that you never see on tv” Wait.... there was also some band named Bon Iver that played on the show... they were ok.
After having our lives changed forever by the most amazing man on late night tv Ryan and I went on a 60+ block power walk to get in some last minute shopping while Sheeny and Brandex went and got some food and headed back to the hostel. I got some seriously slick pants.
The roof party was bumpin once again tonight and we met up with Michael from Germany, he told us many glorious things to do while in Europe including getting really messy at Octoberfest and some good ol fashioned European football. After all 40 glorious ounces of malt liquor and being beaten up earlier today from our intense power walk I was totally done and I passed out harder than ever on one of the hostel’s living room chairs... at some point I made it up to my bed... what an awesome sleep. I woke up at 4:45 to a beautiful sunset and I realised I hadn’t brushed my teeth yet so I hopped from my bed and did just that.
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