We’re back! In blog time, we’ve left Brooklyn and we’re on our way to Houston Street to find the infamous Katz’s Deli.

Katz’s Deli is famous for being the deli that Meg Ryan fakes her orgasm in “When Harry Met Sally” at.

We anticipated it would be crowded and chaotic inside, and we weren’t wrong! Josh said he overheard someone telling the people they were with that they were having a panic attack and had to step outside. Meanwhile, I got hit on by one of the cooks while ordering a ginger ale. Woo hoo!

He really needs to cut out this “half smile” thing. BEST PASTRAMI SANDWICH EVER, and we’ve had lots of those! Really really worth it.

I took a picture of this sign and texted it to my friend Christy: “Look, it’s our garden!”

Patricia Field was on my list of Must See’s. I’ve been ordering weird stuff from them for years!

Inside, it wasn’t very busy, and just as over-the-top as I wanted it to be. I bought weird socks for everyone, a bottle of holographic nail polish and a little magenta turban. You can NEVER have too many turbans.

Keith Haring DJ purse awwwww! We like Keith Haring in this family.

Gotta love the warning sign. The wigs downstairs were wonderful.

LOOK AT THIS GLITTER ONE! WANT!

Cuuuuute!

Outside “Trash & Vaudeville”, hooray! Unfortuntely, we realized later on that we only visited HALF of T&D, the “Trash” floor. There was an entire floor upstairs with all the wigs and fun shit, dammit! Oh well. The “Trash” floor was all Goth-y clothes and an entire room of Doc Martens with strict signs banning photography. Heigh ho. Josh and I both bought a fun tee-shirt.

We fooled around the East Village for a while, that was fun!

Inside the “Sock Man” store. I had never seen these “split” socks before, presumably to wear with thong sandals? Cute.

“Search & Destroy” was fun. They were blaring foreign punk music and one of the girls working there didn’t have pants on. Josh bought a vintage blue cowboy shirt, which looked great with his blue hair.

So many chandeliers in NYC!

Instead of “Thank you”, the merch bag from “Search & Destroy” reads “Fuck you”. I’m gonna save it, as a memento. You understand.

For Mumsie!

Gotta love how blurry iphone pics are under low light conditions–I look about 10 years old here. Post-shopping and back at Hotel 31 to ice our feet before going out to dinner. I bought that jewelry at a little Indian shop. When I paid the owner asked me if I was a New Yorker and I said no and he mumbled, “I could tell.” I should have asked why, but I figured it was obvious. I also figured it was because I didn’t haggle with him. According to Iris Apfel’s documentary, a lot of vendors are insulted if you don’t haggle! Luckily we redeemed ourselves the next day haggling at a “I Love New York” stand. PHEW.

Look at this insane crepe I was served at the Indian restaurant! It was delicious. I ate about 85% of it. Running around NYC makes you hungry.

Later, we gussied ourselves up and chugged energy drinks to go out to “Industry”–a gay club where Sherry Vine hosts a drag show every Tuesday night.

Industry was great. It was clean, lovely to look at, the DJ played at least 4 Madonna songs before Sherry’s set and I was surrounded by good-looking gay men. Heaven!

Sherry Vine was hilarious. It was evident why she’s had one of the longest running drag shows in NYC–total pro.

I cannot remember the name of her guest queen, but she had an AMAZING singing voice. Definitely worth it!

NEXT UP: Day 3, which I might even blog later today because I’m sick, dammmmmit. Josh and I both have colds just in time for our half marathon on Sunday. I’m hoping two days of lying around the house ingesting Emergen-C and hot soup will knock it out. Otherwise I’m hoping getting nice and high on Sudafed the day of the race will work. We’ll see…