Just 26 sleeps to go...
I can do that now we are less than 30, it makes the count down even closer to the dream that is New York!
Pootle and I have sat in the sun today watching the boys run ragged in the park discussing the important things in life. Like what to wear on the plane, what magazine will make us look cool, what clothes to take, where we will go, who we might talk to (Pootle is dreaming of a hunky American in the piano bar) and the most important thing....how to whistle for a yellow cab with fingers!
We have even You tubed it and have been practicing. It is imperative that we whistle in the correct way when hailing for our cab to saunter to Times Square in...it has taken some practice, but when we got it the pair of us nearly drove the boys mad with our constant sharp whistles (and our squeals of excitement).
She does it with four fingers and I am proud to say that I can now do it with one finger and a thumb! The trouble is as Pootle does it with both hands it doesn't really leave her with much to then signal to the cabbie that she wants him, as I at least have my left hand...so she's just gonna have to go with the flow and stick her leg out to really ensure the cab driver stops.
We are ready to mingle with our American cousins; we want to blend in with the Manhattan folk; we want to eat bagels in Central Park Cafe and order our skinny latte's with an American twang.
Ok, so it is more than likely that we will stand out like a sore thumb, but it is gonna be a blast and we are getting very excited now.
Our itinerary is set (with some minor flexibility), we have booked our visa's and are planning champagne on the plane for breakfast. Pootle has even checked the prices out for the lounge at the airport on the way back, should we decide to wander around and look cool in our sunglasses and trawl for Billionaires; Sorry...potential new friends...
Hobbits have informed me what they want from New York, New York (so good they named it twice)...and we even have little shopping lists of our own, (not as big as you would think).
We are going for the memories...and of course for the chance to whistle for a cab, like they do in all the Hollywood chick flicks...
2 comments:
The whole point of going to New York is that you have a British accent and that my dears is what the Yanks love
So expect to go to singles bars and by chatted up and as the American say
Have a nice day
I have been reliably informed today...that yes, the yanks love an English accent...so we need to polish that up, and perhaps not whistle too often...
Nevertheless I have been practicing my whistle today...and it is almost perfect...almost!
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