Roll No. : 21
When: August 27.
Where: The Empire Hotel, Manhattan.
What I Remember: For all my moaning about how Sergio could be a pain during the trip, I doubt I was all that great of a traveling partner either. That window in the photo was open pretty often, if not for the majority of the trip; I took full advantage of the fact that our room was smoke-permitted (they even supplied us with matches and an ashtray). Owen never once complained, although that only made me feel more guilty. But not guilty enough to stop smoking. So yeah, I'm a dick too.
I don't remember being bothered ha ha
ReplyDeleteI miss that window! It afforded me a view of the fruit stand that was open all night for some reason.