It has occurred to Rian that Keppet promised I would blog.
But Rian does not truly have time, not with cheering urging Cycling skits over the Brooklyn Bridge, chasing bagged frogs, having red wine with crazy Russians beneath a large lightbulb penis and eating Perfect Pasta at the end of the day, Rian has had not free time.

Rian's hotel is in time square across from too skyscraper sized Corona's. With lime. They make Rian thirsty, yes?

The hotel is lovely and smells heavenly.

Mayer is also lovely, but that Tale will gave to wait.

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