Sunday, September 26, 2004
On Friday in New York, we hung out at South Street Seaport, a cool area for shopping, dining, and watching local acts. When we were there, we saw a yogi contortionist wrapping himself into positions you would swear were not possible. We knew at that point we weren't in Kansas anymore.
That evening, we hooked up with our dear friend Paola for dinner. There may be a cooler chick in New York than Paola, but I seriously doubt it. We ate great Cuban food at Son Cubano in Greenwich Village, followed by rooftop drinks looking out at the city skyline. That was a great evening.
Saturday, we saw Toxic Audio, an avante gard a cappella group. They covered everything from singing in Pig Latin to scat to singing with sounds a la Stomp. These guys were great, and I highly recommend you put them on your list for your next trip to NYC.
That evening, we hooked up with our dear friend Paola for dinner. There may be a cooler chick in New York than Paola, but I seriously doubt it. We ate great Cuban food at Son Cubano in Greenwich Village, followed by rooftop drinks looking out at the city skyline. That was a great evening.
Saturday, we saw Toxic Audio, an avante gard a cappella group. They covered everything from singing in Pig Latin to scat to singing with sounds a la Stomp. These guys were great, and I highly recommend you put them on your list for your next trip to NYC.
