Jamie Peck
March 19, 2010
Yesterday at Southby brought sunshine and sound at an accelerated pace. After an annoyingly long bus ride into town, I stopped into Which Wich and saw a girl attempting to call a cab. We realized we were going to the same place, so when a cab failed to materialize, we shared one of those ridiculous bike powered tourist conveyance devices over to the French Legation Museum. Eating a delicious sandwich with the wind in my hair as a sweaty man pedaled me to a resplendent French mansion made me feel like Cleopatra, or at least Liz Lemon's fantasy version of her.

