Andy Jaeger big thinking for a small world

I left my heart in San Francisco

Sitting in Alt Coffee in the East Village on my first full day in New York - tracked down free wifi at last! It's overcast and occasionally raining here. And to think that two days ago...

I spent the day biking over the Golden Gate Bridge to Sausalito. We stopped off at the Palace of Fine Arts for some photos - it's strange that a place with no history felt the need to create an ancient Roman-style monument. Quite surreal, and less than a hundred years old. Must be a popular place for making out though if you're a San Francisco teenager - I'm not quite sure what else you'd do there.

Crossing the Golden Gate Bridge was amazing. I have endless photographs of the bridge and the views of San Francisco - as always there are far too many to choose from. Drew has video of me singing on the bridge too! The fog came and went, and the views were spectacular. Up close, you realise how much the bridge is a product of its age, with Art Deco patterned rivetting. It's not the biggest bridge in the world, but it is beautiful, and as ever, far more spectacular in real life than in photos.

So, we ended up in Sausalito, where we bumped into Lizzie, Jen and Jen, who we'd met on the Green Tortoise to Yosemite. We spent some time hanging out, eating the most amazing apple pie, and got the ferry back across the bay. A perfect end to sight seeing in San Francisco. It leaves Alcatraz and the Coit Tower for next summer...

My flight to New York was at 8am, and in the end I managed to get 0 hours sleep before! We decided it was only fair to celebrate my last night in San Francisco by going out, which involved my namesake cocktail (the Jaeger Jager) at my namesake bar (Andrew Jaeger's), a peepshow (hmm... yes... well, it was the girls' idea), Vietnamese food and staying up talking with Drew and Jen til I set out for the airport. Slept a bit on the plane, avoiding the terrible movie and then hung around JFK for almost four hours waiting for Jonny, Ross, Phil and Carolyn to get in from Rekjavik.

Having settled into our hotel, we wandered down to Times Square to be blinded by the neon and found a bar in Hell's Kitchen on the way back. Today's been fairly slow to be honest, pancakes and coffee, then just mooching round the thrift shops in the East Village, in preparation for the Bowie Ball at a club called Fat Baby later tonight. It's Ross' birthday, so we're celebrating in style. The dress code is glam rock... which for me so far stretches to a blue feather boa. Must try harder! I tried on a whole load of beautiful and dirt cheap fur coats, until I realised that I looked like my grandmother and freaked out. Everyone's wandered off in different directions right now, so I'll track people down when I've finished this.