New York Living

You know, I have to say; Bleecker (on a weekday at least) is underrated. I've always avoided Bleecker, even during my university days, and especially after university (too many freaking punk college students around...gosh I just dated myself). But there is some really good music played in the bars that line the street between LaGuardia and 6th Ave. Blues, funk, instrumental, some good soulful vocals. It's an older crowd and one out to just listen to some good music. I think I need to do it more often (if I get the chance that is).

I went to Kenny's Castaways or Kenny's Pub, something like that, and it was quite fantastic, especially the later it got. Plus there is Erotic 'Find the Difference' photo game. My friend said that 'I was a natural'. I'm not quite sure if I should take that as a compliment.

But you know what I was really going to write about. Well first I was going to post a little musing about the ridiculousness of my coat/jacket/blazer situation. Do I really need 20+ blazers/light outerwear. And how in the world did I accumulate six or so coats. Not sure. But it takes up way too much room in my closet.

And then I decided not to write about that and write instead about my top three random encounters (or moments, as you like) in the past few days. I always love these. It makes New York, New York, just like it makes Paris Paris, or traveling in some random country, traveling in some random country. Here are some gems that I'm afraid are probably a tad boring to read about . They were more like 'you had to be there' situations, and more so 'you had to have the right humorous state of mind' situations to find them amusing.

New York Random Encounters

1. Says the guy pushing the hand cart on 9th and 15th, "Excuse me, I think that you're incredible, and I was wondering if you might want to see if we connect." Connect how exactly?

2. Realizing that the loud buzzing noise on the train is in fact coming from one of the five sleeping people around me and trying to place the sound to the sleeping body. Realizing that the guy across from me is doing exactly the same thing and our finding the culprit at the same time. Pure Magic

3. After crossing Park Ave, iced coffee in hand, against the light and being scared shitless by the taxi that halts three feet from him, the Italian man whips around back toward the sidewalk, makes eye contact with me, raises his eyebrows to the sky, with eyes as big as quarters. He nonchalantly walks back to safety and says, 'huh I guess I got a second chance on life today.' What did I say to him in response, I started laughing uncontrollably, and then did what every good New Yorker does, cross the street against the light.

How I love New York