Introduced to shopping along Broadway, including, most significantly, Sephora which is like a candy store for adult women (cosmetics heaven). Later, Mini, Baggage and me cavort around West Village, having dinner at 11pm, drinking a fuckload of cocktails (go the freepours, also) and getting handed business cards (men are different here to back home).
Baggage off to California this morning at 4am. Instead of going to bed, she stayed up (and I stayed up, by association), charged with two espresso martinis. She's off out the door at 4am, saying 'It's so much better to stay up than go to bed when you have an early flight.'
I am charged with caffiene and vodka and will be awake for quite some time yet.