It appears I have no time for much beyond photo-blurbs , so the rest of my New York trip is a tale in pictures.
To recap – by this point in the night we left Molly’s opening, stood outside Heath Ledger’s building and went on to the first night of Dances of Vice.
There was a puppet show
There was singing by the beautiful Nicki Jaine
My dress held only by strategically applied rubber cement.
Lucas wore a fancy coat
There were masked ladies
There was some serious boozin and shambling home. I recall cursing a cabby while still in the cab. In the morning there were fresh bruises and waffles from a waffle truck.
I’d like you to consider the lowly waffle as a fine and suitable side dish.
John, I assure you there was nothing lowly about these waffles. This is their website: http://www.wafelsanddinges.com/
Heavens to Murgatroyd…!
It would seem these waffles do indeed transcend the traditional griddlecake-conveyance for butter and syrup.