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December 10, 2005
Elizabeth Barrett Browning Should Not Be Threatened. (Even if she wasn't dead.)
From Lani, almost ready to hop the train home...
Well, it's 7:30 in the am and I'm about to get up and start the long, going-home day. Gotta get a little breakfast with my homegirls, wonder why in the world I would ever use the phrase "homegirls" in the absence of severe duress, do a little shopping for my girls at home (okay, that phrase works), hop a train, try not to snore on the train, and then go home and explain to my poor husband who has been knee deep in Barbies all week why I'm exhausted.
Ah. I love New York. Let me count the ways...
... because only in New York can you ride a subway next to a crazy guy animatedly talking to himself, and yet it's the chick who tosses his gum wrapper on the floor who gets the raised eyebrows. (And no, it wasn't me tossing the gum wrapper. What kind of Philistine do you think I am?)
...because only in New York can you ride a taxi only to almost hit another vehicle (and when I say almost, we're talking millimeters, not inches) and have the driver say, with all sincerity and in a deep Bombay accent, "Did we really almost hit him? Really? No kidding? Really? Ooops."
... because only in New York can you go to a jazz club and have FREAKIN' STING pop in to sing you a few standards.
... because only in New York can you hop into a gift shop in Times Square so you can hear your cell phone when you call your buddy who lives in New York, and when you report that you're in a gift shop in Times Square, hear the words, "What the fuck are you doing in a gift shop in Times Square?" as if your contamination reflects on him.
... because only in New York can you walk into an entire store dedicated to Hello Kitty. (And yes, they did have the toaster and no, I didn't buy it. And yes, it was hard not to buy it.)
... because only in New York can you walk two blocks randomly in any direction and be guaranteed to find a bookstore, a liquor store and a Starbucks.
... because only in New York can you buy a cool new Swatch. (Okay. Only in New York can I buy a cool new Swatch. It's the only Swatch store I ever find. I know there are others, but not as far as I'm concerned. I get a new Swatch every time I'm here. It's just what I do.)
(Isn't it cute? It really is, isn't it? Tee hee... Swatches and Hello Kitty make me so happy inside...)
Okay. Since it took me forever and a day to find that picture on the web, I must run. But one last reason why I love New York...
... because wine at lunch? Pretty much the norm.
God, I love this place.
Posted by Lani at 7:23 AM | Comments (3)
Comments
Love the Swatch, do NOT understand Hello Kitty. It is on one end of my Cat Continium and Bill the Cat is on the other. I'm okay with the ones in between: Kliban's cats, Boynton's, um - maybe not Garfield.
I'm glad that you've had your city-fest. It sounds as if it was a very satisfactory one.
Posted by: holly at December 11, 2005 7:52 AM
OMG, I am so in love with your watch!
Posted by: Michelle C at December 15, 2005 1:15 PM
I've heard rumors about a Hello Kitty vibrator. Did they have that in the store?
Posted by: Eileen at December 16, 2005 12:25 PM
