Towel Day 2011
Today I walked from 33rd street to 100th street in Manhattan. Then my phone died. And then I walked back.
Yep.
I saw a couple of houses. One more tomorrow.
For Towel Day, I went to a British place called Tea and Sympathy in Manhattan with a couple of my friends. “It wuz good.” Not as good as Infinitea, mind you, these Poms and Yanks can’t really make a cup of masala chai, because they never understand it. And yet, it was good.
Yes, I live on someone’s sofa.
And yes, that makes it Tea, Sympathy and a Sofa. I know you don’t know what that means, but Towel Day just ended, and I’m happy enough to not explain it. I have my warm fuzzy towel, and the cold can’t get me…
