As many of you have noticed the weather has been quite nasty the last few days. So much so that yours truly has been staying indoors. I can handle rain or even snow. But traipsing around in nature’s post-nasal drip leaves much to be desired. Unless, as I learned this weekend, it is done with style.
Saturday night I had to attend a birthday party for a good friend in Manhattan. Given this person is one of my best friends (hell, she was the “best woman” at our wedding) attendance was mandatory. So I bundled up: out came the thermal underwear, heavy coat I had put away only a week ago and so forth. I hardly cut a dashing figure— but that wasn’t the objective. I was more concerned with keeping dry. Unfortunately I neglected to bring an umbrella so all my preparations were rendered moot. If I had to describe the result it would run along the lines of American Playground homeless. It was on St. Mark’s Place that I learned the error of my ways. I should have put on my slinkiest dress, fishnets and stratospheric pumps.
You gotta love New Yorkers. Nothing— not even such a triviality as a flash flood— gets in the way of us promenading and having a good time on a Saturday night. It is yours truly’s sincerest hope this Minnie Pearl look catches on with our fair city’s youth. Umbrellas are for wimps. On that note, dear readers, I am off for a little walk. If tragedy strikes I will endeavor to steal something casual.
Miss Heather
I would venture a guess that they are only New Yorkers after coming over a bridge or through a tunnel.
It’s a distinct possibility.
so, where’d they end up going? you know, so that i can [cough] avoid that place
The SRO down there. Don’t recall the address. Ask anyone there. They’ll know where it is— so you can, ahem, avoid it!