Even though I love the fact that an airplane will just get you where you are going real quick and that usually I am flying to someplace I want to go, the truth is airline travel is really sucky these days. Maybe Jet Blue has the best experience but now they don’t fly too many places that I need to go. Last night we went into a tailspin because T’s flight got changed and she…
I can always smell New Orleans before we land – the fecund moist air. I was sitting next to a couple in their late fifties – New York snotty types, she with too much botox and hair color and he with a clothing style that made me want to bust out of my clothes and run naked through the plane. I was sitting there wondering how it is possible that I sit at my desk…
Sitting in Cafe Gitane on Mott Street having breakfast, I noticed 16 other people sitting, couples, friends, soon to be couples, all engaged in talking nonstop but also engaged in their iPhones. A couple across from me in their thirties, him wearing the type of hat my father would have worn, looking into their iPhones. The men in front of me, in their thirties, friends or going to be a couple, hard to say, nonstop…
I received a lot of compliments on my red wrap sweater that I picked up when I was in the French Quarter with my girls from out of town shopping. Except that by the end of the evening the cheap red sweater had bled red dye onto my dress and my white watch strap. But I digress – the trends in NY – enamel bracelets, thin headbands worn at the crown with hair pulled back…
The Bowery has been a nice change. I stayed in midtown for a decade @ the Muse, which got hipper and hipper over the decade, while the neighborhood’s ogling tourists got less hip. The Bowery is uber post modern hip – where the legacies of Stonewall, CBGB, etc have been transformed to a Varvatos concept stop or a pricey store selling designer tee shirts at $100. There is something odd but satisfying about staying in…
I fell asleep last night to the roar of St. Patrick’s day continuing into the wee hours of the night. I woke to a call from T that two people we know with cancer had lumps reappear after thinking it was done. I read in the NYT yesterday about a cancer patient calling for a new language that does not call a person a victim, that does not denote the therapy as fighting cancer, battling…
It is quite amazing to walk the streets of New York and see the many varieties of people this town holds. Quite amazing. I’ve seen more ethnic varieties and cross overs than any place I’ve ever been, I’ve seen types, I’ve seen many variations on pairings, I’ve seen racial mixes and old with young all in more configurations than you’d think one place would sport. And that is why you gotta love New York. It…
After a very long day we opted not to return to the hotel before dinner which meant I needed lipstick but there was a big old Irish parade going down 5th Avenue where the MAC store is, so I had to detour down to Bloomingdales to get it. From point A to point B I ran into more drunk people in the street than at Mardi Gras and it is amazing how that continued into…
Someone is doing something about the nutria erosion on the bayou other than saying, “Look at that, ain’t it ashame.” A friend has called a hunter out to eradicate these pests who are chewing away the sides of the bayou and it’s a big guy with a little dog. If we had kept Esmeralda the alligator in the bayou instead of relocating her, we might not have had to call the hunter, but that’s another…
I woke this morning to the sound of the door knock – wake up, time to eat. Soggy oatmeal (steel cut being a misnomer) and over-steeped tea. I was making my way through Tuesday’s New York Times when I paused to go get in the shower and get ready for the day. Then I came back to the little stool and the mirror I had taken from the bathroom to put on the scant make-up…