New York (the bathroom quickie version)

A taste of french Canada - oh what beautiful men! - as bodies whisk away en route towards the city of cities. "New York City here we ar--- what!!!???" Lost luggage, an eternity in conveyor belt limbo, a drink before lunch...or breakfast. Alas! A reunion! Out the sliding doors - "TAXI!!!" - a theatrically quick change, the lights dim and the Phantom of the Opera makes his acquaintance; the room is hushed, all sit attentively, the fog rolls out, and two heads under the weight of sleep begin to nod away under the Music of the Night. Oh New York, what a fickle and irresistible temptress you are. Into Soho, land of the beautiful anorexics. But who mirror, mirror?!!! No, not the most famous manorexic of them all! Duck confit, Steak and Frites, Amerifrench at its best. Race to the top, but please no stairs... 'Stately' it is but no Meg's or Tom's in sight. Something old, something older, history, culture, and a hotdog to help with digestion. Speckled pathways with dancing beams of sun, sailboats, lovers and puppies, are we still in New York? Break out the MasterCard and a nervous sweat to match, *beeeeep,* let us leave the guilt for another day. Bottles clink, glasses spill, stairs and street grates become sinister traps for the unwary stiletto. Hips sway to some beat or another, an 'accidental' rub of a arm, leg, thigh - Watch it! or I might just have to...Slices of meaty carnivorous heaven. Hip-hop, a skip and a trot home...Oh right, home. 'All passengers may board now,' lift off, a sad last look and back we go...home.