I could live in New York
Over the weekend I was in the City, and I did several seemingly “New Yorker” things.
I bitched about a movie being filmed in SoHo (where we stayed) and taking up all the parking.
I was made Brooklyn jokes.
I acted only moderately interested when Jack Black walked up next to me.
I successfully used the Subway all by myself.
I got annoyed at tourists gawking.
I shopped at Clarie Danes’ favorite store.
I discussed the Yankees and the future of Joe.
I got my hair cut and “blown out.”
I had two pitchers of Bellinis at a great the Lower East Side brunch spot with a very hip and hilarious girl.
I celebrated a dear friend’s birthday at Pravda, an underground Caviar Bar, followed up with drinks and cigarettes and a private karaoke party until 4:00 in the morning.
Sure, there are many other stories (and photos) to come, but the long and short of it is that being in New York City was just fantastic.
"The present in New York is so powerful that the past is lost.”
-John Jay Chapman