We watched Eric do his shaolin kung fu katas. His moves were legit and he drew a decent-sized crowd of elderly Chinese women who clapped and waved at him when he finished! It was awesome.
On Saturday afternoon I met up with Meredith in Chinatown for veggie dim sum! When you drink from the little tea cups there, it makes you look like a little piggy!
On Tuesday afternoon I biked down to Chinatown to meet up with Davo and his friend Jen at a bakery. After picking out delicious goodies, we went next store to Magic Jewelry to get our photos of our "auras" taken with the Guy Coggins-designed AuraCam6000.
Living in New York is great because you can pretty much hop on any subway line, ride for a couple of stops and when you get off you feel like you're in a totally different city (or country sometimes).
We got off the A train at Canal Street and walked across town to Vegetarian Dim Sum House. This place is incredible. Even if you're not a vegetarian, I encourage you to check it out. (C'mon, it's not like you even know what's usually in them anyway, right?)
We left Winnie's around 1:15am. Not because it was late. Not because we were too drunk (hey, you can never be too drunk for karaoke, right?). Not even because we'd run out of songs that we wanted to sing.
On Saturday morning, Meredith and I went down to Chinatown to get our dim sum brunch on and we came across the remains of a (Chinese New Year?) parade.
At some point during the appetizers, we noticed that Amanda was wearing a hoodie with a zipper that went all the way around the hood! So when she zipped it up ALL THE WAY...
After getting off in Tribecca, I managed to convince Grant to forego Mandarin Court (which had been our dim sum place for years) in order to try an all-veggie dim sum place.
After a few drinks, we went around the corner to score some late night eats at this place called Sam Wo which is apparently famous for a waiter that worked there for like 30 years named Edsel Ford Wong who was rude to all the customers. I just Googled
him and found out that he was
famous for saying things like "You want tea? Get it yourself!" Ooooooh!
Caustic! After getting my lo mein on, it was time for....
I live in downtown Manhattan and "real deal" Chinatown, complete with crazy looks-like-you're-really-in-China buildings, is less than a five minute walk from my apt. I took this picture right before it started pouring rain in an attempt to capture the straight-outta-Ghostbusters sky.
On the way home, Tinny and I stopped at the totally scary, 24-hour McDonald's in Chinatown so I could get my McChicken on. There was this cute little old Chinese guy passed out in one of the booths and Tinny wanted me to take a picture of her giving him a kiss. I showed her this one and she decided she wanted a better one and motioned for me to give her the camera...
On Saturday I went back down to Mandarin Court for dim sum brunch with Ross Martin (Two weekends in a row! I knew I got that hepatitis shot a few months ago for a reason!).
On Wednesday Grant came back from London (he stayed behind to hang with his parents after our vacation ended, remember?) and was going to be in NYC for a few days (one of which we threw him a surprise party) before heading back to Los Angeles to do some final work oh his television pilot (nope, so not kidding). That night Fatty, (the rarely photographed) Michael Martin and myself all met up with Grant at the nearby Congee Village for some tasty dinner.
Saturday night was slow - so Grant and I walked around Chinatown and decided to take pictures. The night's theme: ACTION! Here's Grant doing a double-footed flying kick at a pile of fruit boxes.
This guy is on my corner on days when I am lucky. He sells bags of these hot, tiny little cakes that taste faintly of lemon. You get 20 mini cakes FOR A DOLLAR.
I got a new camera and the shutter timing is different than my old one - so when I went to snap a pic of Grant doing his now famous DLR Splitkick (David Lee Roth), the camera went off early and I instead captured him making this awesome face.
(PS - This is a true story: One time, Grant and I were down at the Jersey Shore and on the way back home, we stopped at a noody bar in Tom's River called Delilah's Den. We were sitting at the bar/stage chatting. One of the dancers came over and struck up a conversation with Grant. She asked where he lived, and after he told her "Chinatown, in Manhattan." She replied, "Oh, yeah. I guess I can kind of see that in your eyes." Seriously, true story.)