I won’t be able to live in the same city as the Kardashians.
…not necessarily in that order.
So after getting over the shock of what the heck is happening today– fucking WALMART selling bullets to fully crazed lunatics in Arizona (yes, no guns allowed in Nordstroms, but everywhere else OK),
I’m like what the hell’s is going to happen after tonight’s blizzard? Has the world gone mad? Perhaps. Garbage piled all over NY City (No pun intended), WalMart Killers and I’m like “I REALLY NEED A DRINK.”
So I go into the local Thai restaurant, (one block away from home) and I engage in a rather long and thoughtful conversation with the youngish bartender (who has a 3 year old son) and despite the fact that she has been her for 10 years, i can barely understand her, but one thing is clear. It doesn’t matter if you live on the upper east side, or in Queens, or if your job is a lawyer or a bartender in a Thai restaurant, making it work as a working mother is HARD. So, I’m thinking I’m going to help this mom out by giving her the URL for Mitchell Lama buildings in NY and she’s like “I don’t lent” and sorry to say I’m thinking that she doesn’t lend her money to anyone or something like that and until she repeats that it is too expensive to lent, she OWNS, I’m like (to myself of course,) “i am an Ivy Educated girl from Jersey and I don’t friggin’ OWN. What is the world coming to? So between it all, I surely hope we don’t get buried under this friggin’ pile of garbage come the morning or worse, get shot up by a sanitation worker who decides Bloomberg is to blame for everything and wow, 2011 has sure come in with a positive bang, hasn’t it?
Alas, I ramble. The Thai, by the way was very good. So was the Cosmo Jane made me. Yes, Jane.
I do love this. Don’t listen to stupid You Tube comments. It is hard to make a moving montage. Or any montage for that matter. Very cool!
I couldn’t let the day go by without commemorating 1/1/11, so I figured I’d post a simple but vital piece of information that I need to store in my data bank which is, don’t drink a Diet Coke if you are going on a hike in a place that looks like this:
I mean, does this LOOK like it is going to have some kind of facility? No? Right. No. However, the views are nice and the birds? Well looking at them was enough to make me shiver.
It made me long for this 100 year old toilet– at least what they looked like 100 years ago in the Newport Mansions. (Come to think of it, my grandmother’s place in the Bronx had something similar…) but alas I digress.
And, so, as I sought refuse in the barren wasteland around me, I saw this:
which at first I thought was an abandoned tractor, but as I got closer, saw it was a GIANT deer (it was DARK out, jeez–OK maybe I need a higher prescription) , who stared and stared and STARED at me with such intensity, I really didn’t feel comfortable spoiling his domain.
The moral of the story is don’t drink and hike. OK, 1/1/11 all done.
Ok so I thought my gym which I rarely see was a friendly place until I saw chucky the snowman staring at me. He’s laughing at my dimples. Not the ones on my face.
So, there is nothing like the glory of freshly fallen snow in Manhattan. Especially on day 1, it leaves one to wonder, “am I really in Manhattan?”
Same street, next day: all wet, all trafficked, all the time.