ok, so as most of you know, i was in new york last week - although before i get emails from you asking how much i spent - i was there to work, so not half as much shopping got done than should have been the minimum legal requirement…

saturday was shopping day though and boy was i excited! by 8am, i was showered, dressed and raring to go - only to find that the shops didn’t open until 10am - i thought things were open 24/7 in new york, but apparently this isn’t the case for tiffanys.

following the longest 2 hours of my life, i wandered down fifth avenue and was one of the sad people i said i’d never become, queueing outside of the store, waiting for it to open. as we shoved our way through the front door as it opened, one woman actually physically elbowed me. i couldn’t complain as i was in shock that someone wanted to be in there more than me. fair play to her.

a full 90 minutes later, i emerged from tiffanys, purse a little lighter but a lot happier - so it proves, shopping really is magic. i’m not sure why i’m telling you so much about this as it’s nothing to do with my story, but shopping’s involved, so can you blame me? and whilst i’m on the subject, i popped into abercrombie on the way back - girls - there are some seriously gorgeous young men in that store… who needs sweets when you can walk around there all day???? god, i sound 90!

anyway, the heat was blistering and i had way over-dressed, having worn a dress over jeans and flat shoes. by the time i got back to the hotel, i had to slip off my jeans as it was way too hot, although it did leave my dress a little short. this was made worse by the fact that my flat shoes had rubbed blisters meaning that i had to put on my heels (i know - they’re comfier than my flats i swear).

as you can tell, i hadn’t really thought this through properly when you consider the activity planned for that afternoon - a yankees game. like a lamb to the slaughter. a lamb to the slaughter i tell you. never have i had so many comments or lears, so i just kept my head down and kept walking. that was until i heard this really loud man shout at the top of his lungs “oi, i thought paris was back in jail” - well i could have cried. i had to sit for the rest of the game with a beer just to cover my legs (that’s my story and i’m sticking to it) but if it’s any consolation that yankees won. go yankees go.

note to all girls - dresses and heels are the custom uniform for a yankees game. you’d be better suited in old jeans a t-shirt and trainers. otherwise you’re likely to stand out like a sore thumb that even a cap won’t disguise. trust me.

p.s. why is it that when you’ve just got into the rhythmn of the clapping that is stops and you’re left to look like a fool? is that just me?

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