- This past weekend I spent time away with great friends in the Hamptons and Montauk, a place I went every summer growing up with my family. We stayed at the Cozy Cabins, which was neither cozy nor a cabin. You can't help feeling large and in charge when all that pass by are size 0, perfectly dressed, 45-year old women who work out, play tennis and sunbathe for a living. Bitches.
- At Surf Lodge two young men swooped in to start chatting with me by the bonfire. Just trying to get to know me - they asked if I was still in school or had already graduated. When I laughed and told them I was no longer in school ... the one raised an eyebrow and said, "You say that like you've been out a long time." Admittedly five years - they smiled, told me I had great genes, and excused themselves to the bar.
- This morning, I ran along the East River with the breeze (and FDR Expressway exhaust fumes) blowing through my hair. But just like big city, small world - I bumped into my friend Ashley along the way and chuckled as we refused to hug in the sweltering heat.
- I almost caved and signed a lease on an apartment last evening because it was located at my most ideal address ever - right in the middle of everything. Unfortunately, I would have been able to sleep in bed while making an omelet on the stove (all for $2K a month). On to the next ...
- This weekend I'm committed to relaxing, not spending money and laying low. I'm also committed to a trip up to the Connecticut beaches, whoops.
- Some homeless hippie couple just took up residence on my usual walk to work. They smoke pot on the street corner at 8:45 a.m. and are dressed in macraméd, Jamaican-schemed tunics. They also store all their belongings in a Bugaboo racer stroller. A $750 stroller. That's about one to two months rent in any other city ... but I guess then you wouldn't be living in New York.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
SIDENOTE: i heart NY
On my leisurely walks to work I often think up the million and one reasons why I love New York. It doesn't hurt that I pass a bunch of freaks and chic's alike.
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