chan quota in NYC doubles

where have the days gone? my sister arrived on Tuesday after saying au revoir to S&S and changing the towels and sheets on Sunday night.

she seems to be hitting her stride after arriving and being in that strange I've-been-here-twice-before-so- have-done- all-the- sights problem. I desperately want to show her a good time but I'm fast running out of fun activities that are unique and special for each guest.

having said this, cocktail bars and speakeasies still always hit the spot. yesterday was pouring ribbons, which had a vibe like the Hawksmoor steak restaurants back home. they had an interesting key to show howr potent and adventurous the cocktails were. the Boy's was doubly safe on both counts but was delicious. mine was reserved alcohol-wise but was meant to be exotic in flavour. yes, if you count a pina colada as exotic.

tonight was another speakeasy by the name of the blind barber. it was cool but seemed a bit fake for my liking. tomorrow I've planned out another one of my ridiculously overambitious days: have a lie-in; get a haircut; go on a guided tour of grand central station; go to Xian famous food for lunch; queue for Moma; go to Williamsburg for drinks... who wants to bet on how much we'll get done?

 oh, I also nearly killed my baby sister by taking her to tabata. she looked like she was going to throw up, pass out or both after about 36 minutes. she even stuck two fingers up at me after set one of six exercises. hope her legs unseize themselves by tomorrow otherwise she'll find what I have planned tough going.