Little Italy Festival

I met up with my parents on Canal Street on Friday evening. They were looking for jewelry and I was amazed to see this part of town reintroduced to me through their eyes. They knew many of the shop owners, and while I have never once walked into these stores, I now see what great jewelry they have to offer. Afterwards I led them through the winding streets of Chinatown and took them under the big green awning of the Saigon Bakery on Mott Street for one of their famous Bahn Mi sandwiches.



My father can be a man of few words at times but when I asked him if it was the best sandwich he'd ever had, he said "yes". Success! On my tour guide kick, I then took them through Chinatown over to Little Italy. There was a festival going on, and we loved walking through it, sampling gelato and taking in the sights and sounds. One savvy restaurant owner saw us walk by and addressed mom, offering her a wide selection of "vegetarian options" served at his restaurant. We just laughed and moved on. Definitely a fun time.

Adventures in Cab Land!

N and I were going to dinner a few nights ago when we hit major traffic going into midtown. Our cab driver daftly shifted lanes, but it didn't help much and we were still moving slowly. We were so engrossed in conversation, when we looked out the window, we realized we were right behind a cab with their trunk open. I immediately ask N if I should hop out in this almost stand still traffic to close it for him. She notes his hood is also popped open, "so probably not". Then N says, "Are we PUSHING that cab into a spot?" I thought she was nuts, and laughed to the point of tears, only to realize that we were pushing the cab!



Talk about a good samaritan cab driver. The funniest part was, you can see the cab driver about to wave his hand to block my shot - he thought I was going to report him - oy!

A day on the farm

Even though the sun is shining outside, it doesn't mean it's time to make hay...

From the time that first customer (apartment buyer) came into the door, he had no interest in being there. He had a British accent, which when used to speak nonchalantly about a topic comes across as though he were about to vomit at the simple thought of having to even discuss it. He wore skinny black jeans which positively had to be sewn for him to mold so perfectly to his shockingly thin frame. With long, tiered bangs softly sweeping his structures cheek bones, you cold almost see how he can seem attractive to his mate. His girlfriend was a pretty blonde with exceptionally pale skin. She was polite - and probably sounded more polite than she actually is solely due to her perfect London English accent. She tended to agree with him although her general aura was of pleasure (and not the disgust he insisted on conveying).

They were to look at two million dollar homes. By most standards, these flats are glorified (amd expensive) walk-in closets. In Manhattan, this is luxury at it's highest level.

Although he was incredibly weathly (which by default dictates importance to most in NYC) he had all the time in the world. He looked at 13 of our condos - priced from a mere $2M to as much as $10M. The entire time, it was neve clear what he could afford and what was very out of reach. He did tell me he like my nail polish though.

It just takes a little bit

Even though the sun is shining outside, it doesn't mean it's time to make hay...

From the time that first customer (apartment buyer) came into the door, he had no interest in being there. He had a British accent, which when used to speak nonchalantly about a topic comes across as though he were about to vomit at the simple thought of having to even discuss it. He wore skinny black jeans which were positively sewn onto him in order to mold so perfectly to his shockingly thin frame. With long, tiered bangs softly sweeping his structured cheek bones, you could almost see how he may seem attractive to his mate. His girlfriend was a pretty blonde with exceptionally pale skin. She was polite - and probably sounded more polite than she actually is solely due to her perfect London English accent. She tended to agree with him although her general aura was of pleasure (and not the disgust he insisted on conveying).

They were there to look at two million dollar homes. By most standards, these flats are glorified (and expensive) walk-in closets. In Manhattan, this is luxury at it's highest level.

Although he was incredibly weathly (which by default dictates importance to most in NYC) he had all the time in the world. He looked at 13 of our condos - priced from a mere $2M to as much as $10M. The entire time, it was never clear what he could afford and what was very out of reach. He did tell me he like my nail polish though. I decided I liked him from that moment forward.

Is it Wrong to Like Adam Lambert?

So, I've never been the type of person who likes the latest fad. Actually, I am the type of person who likes it pretty far down the road, after everyone is done with the fad...I finally pick it up. Mr P always says pleated shorts are going to come back into style. Now I know why we get along.

I started watching American Idol last season - right before the Adam Lambert mania began. I was there for the start of it, and I have to admit, I joined the fad! I was not cool before, but beginning to think I'm even less cool now...

Work day woes

I often wonder what people who work "9-5" jobs do before 9 and after 5...and more importantly, on the weekends. I imagine they are masters of so many trades such as hiking, home repairs, English Lit...And I bet their homes are absolutely immaculate: there's not a dust ball in sight, or any lint on the carpet. All the laundry is always done, because, what else are you going to do before 9 or after 5?

Working 7 days a week gives me such a great excuse to not be good at anything. Scary.

May 4, 2010 - The Most Random Day Ever

It started out pretty normal...and by normal, I mean, I woke up a little too late to get to work on time, and the biggest decision I had to make was whether or not to shower. I went with no shower (not cute, I know) before heading to the subway. Of course, it's 8:30am on a Tuesday, the heart of the rush hour, and the following subway intercom announcement comes on: "due to a medical emergency at 137th Street, the 1 train is running on the express track." The best part of this message was that the real human being saying it was so incredibly nonchalantly. How dare he pretend that he was not making at least 100 people on that single platform late for work? And, out of those 100 people, he was cavalier about how at least a few would likely be fired over this tardiness. Before I rushed off to find a cab, I chose a few firing candidates - on-time for work or not, these few are never going to keep their jobs based on sheer first impressions.

After leaving the subway station, I was lucky enough to share a cab with a lovely woman. She and I battled for the 14 blocks we rode together - I wanted to give her $5 and she wanted $2, if any money at all. She was in a rush to get to her gym class. She's a stay at home mom. I felt a tinge of jealousy, thinking of all the things that meant: 1. she's married. 2. she's got at least one kid. 3. she's got enough money to be married with a kid on the upper west side. 4. she's got enough money to not work and take a cab to the gym. 5. no wonder she's nice - read items 1-4.

I surprised myself at how determined I was to get to work on time. Once there, I only hated about 6 people throughout the workday, which made me feel better about myself and my attitude. Self evaluation is an amazing thing!