Yeah, it's so true. Seriously. SERIOUSLY.
So...I know you are all going to find this hard to believe, but I have actual, new, wonderful New York friends! Everyone say hello to Natasha!!!!! So here's the sitch...
After class I come back to the hotel...check in with the fam...have a glass of red...okay, you got me. Not a glass... a plastic cup. Oh don't you judge me! I'm staying in a hotel sans emenities for crap's sake. I have wi-fi - shut it. So anywho...I had a date with this fantabulous pair of patten leather mary jane's with a wedge heel ... and let me tell you...they were marvelous. BUT...they were also $128...and I can't spend that much money on a pair of shoes this close to Christmas. I CAN'T. Really. Can I? NO! Quit it...quit trying to justify it to me. Quit telling me that as much as I'll wear them they'll only cost pennies a day. Quit telling me how beautiful they'll be with that pair of pinstripe pants that are just.this.much.too.short to wear with my current heels. I can't buy them. Can't. So after that devastating blow I decide to go to Bryant Park for the holiday shopping.
It's kind of far from me...but I walk and catch up on calls...and get a pretzel...and then...then there was the rickshaw. Well, not really a rickshaw...but a guy with a bike and a trailer contraption. I had heard about these and thought I wanted to take a ride in one. At first I said no. But then...there he was at the stop light when I was standing there waiting. What was I supposed to do?? I had to jump in. Besides...better way to eat my pretzel. (which was yummy)
Bryant Park...shopping...ice skating. Nooo...not me...sillies...I'm not making a New York fool of myself! I was just watching the Smuckers stars on ice or some such shit....and shopping. Can't tell you what I bought...some of it is for Christmas. But then I had to pee. Sorry to drop it on you folks, but even I succumb to nature. So I walk all around Bryant Park...trying to figure out where I can go to the friggin bathroom. No porta-potties in NYC, peeps...I think they're afraid people will pull a George Michael on them. Whatever. So I walk all over looking for a restaurant or seriously a bush I can pee behind. Nothin. And then I see the Bryant Park Hotel. Hoity Toity as all get out, but I'm willing to try.
They have a bar downstairs called "The Cellar." Now it's not very big, it's a cozy joint. Little ottomon looking seats around low tables, very dark, candles lining the stairwell as you walk down. I order a French Martini thinking this will buy my way into the bathroom and hey...who doesn't need a cocktail while shopping??? I was expecting Chicago prices. $10 for a martini...not great, but hey it's the city, right? Wait for it...$15. Yeah, that's right. You heard me. $15 fucking dollars. For a DRINK. Are they serious? And the bartender with the overwaxed eyebrows didn't even bat an botoxed eyelash in my general direction asking for it either.
But this, this is where it gets good. Because this martini is the reason I met Natasha! She came in and sat down and asked me what I was drinking and the rest was history. She was there with her friend/former roommate Nader who was also fun. Nader is an IT consultant...Natasha has a history with IT...but now she makes jewelry. FANTASTIC jewelry. Why she didn't have a booth in Bryant Park is beyond me. She's every bit as good as they are!
Anyway...we get to talking and then we get into a cab and head off to some karaoke bar called Sing Sing run by some Asian people ( get it? Sing Sing?? Hilarious) to meet up with people who work with Nate...Ashley and Chris. Or Chris and Ashley... whichever. Anyway....we hop a cab and we're there and I sing and we have a total blast. TOTAL blast. New.best.friends. But this bar? There are private rooms. That you can rent. To have your own little private karaoke night. Ummmmm, what? It's crazy I say!
So now it's late...Natasha shared a cab part way home with me and there's a 24 hour burger place across the street that will probably give me botulism, but damn that was a good cheeseburger and cheese fries!
So now I'm off to bed and I still love New York. What are you guys doing?
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I'm jealous, especially since all the 10 top Nascar finishers are in New York for the banquet this Friday. If you hear a lot of rumbling, it might be all the drivers taking their victory lap around New York today (Wednesday). Wave for me.
Stop making best new friends. Stay in your hotel, drink too much wine, and let the poor New Yorkers go about their business. Geez, leave you there another week and the country's GNP will drop two points.
Joy - really?? Maybe I'll see some of them tonight at the tree lighting. I'll try and get pics...maybe an autograph for you!
Carol - oh hell - there are TONS of people around. I challenge anyone to be where I am right now and not want to go!see!do!
Scottish - you know I can't do that! There's too much to see...people to meet. Natasha is the NYC me! We were bound to find each other.
OH, how jealous am I. VERY!!! I live in Wichita, no true best friends here, needing to see my Ya-Ya's and I hear of one wandering around NYC like Carrie Flippen Bradshaw! Wrong I say, just wrong.
SUZI!! OMG - Carrie Bradshaw is right, baby! I wish you were here!
Love you!!
Glad your having fun
just checking in.
all is well here at the crum-a-rosa
crash , thud , get out of my room, d a a a d Alex wont play w/ me.
sorry got to go
have fun
love ya.
So I have to leave the state to get you to read the blog again, honey???
Have a safe trip out to PA. See you Friday!
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