November 22nd, 2006
|02:03 pm - Mrs. Peel, we're needed.|
We have a mission to infiltrate the American borough of Manhattan, and possibly some other boroughs nearby, to do as much cool stuff as our stamina and finances can allow. Shortlisted targets include St. Mark's Place, junk buying, restaurant noshing, late-night stuff-doing, tree-hiding-behind, museum-perusing, theater-sitting (will coordinate access via special representative on West 46th Street) and possible rendezvous with Secret Agent Wombat at the entrance to our secret base underneath the ruins of the 1964 World's Fair. I am reasonably sure that whatever our targets end up to be, however, we shall accomplish our mission with style and, uh, more style.
Transportation and accommodations have been arranged. Our deployment is imminent; just a few weeks away.
And might I add, Mrs. Peel, that I am completely psyched for this mission.
|Date:||November 22nd, 2006 07:16 pm (UTC)|| |
You have an icon for everything.
It's like magic.
"You diabolical mastermind, you!"
Please make sure to go to Pommes Frites if you're around St. Mark's.
I recommend doing so drunk, but that's to your discretion.
Oh my god, yes! I forgot about that place!
Super sweet! If you want to meet up when you're in NYC, just let me know. :)
Gosh darn it, the magical Spatch is in town and I'm zooming other places. *lures Spatch somewhere in the vicinity of the upper upper upper west side of manhattan tomorrow evening*
For a delightful instant I wondered why that woman had such a large beard.