Catching up... THE ROLODEX

April 16th

Since I've been living here, my updates have trailed off. Why? I would like to think it's because I have gotten a real life... either that or i've been too busy to keep everything updated online.

God this city is amazing. I forget to realize the unbelievability of the things I see. Mainly I think this is because you get jaded living here - just looking past the craziness because you see it SO often. Well, I need to remember that every story has something special to offer. And that every situation can be a story... I won't junk up this blog with too many. I try to go through the Rolodex of situations in my head, and here are the ones that stand out.

One night, I was coming home from some art galleries in Chelsea with my ex-girlfriend. We were discussing art styles and types of things we like or don't like. I believe we were having a conversation about poets somewhere in there too cause we'd gone to a really great bookstore. What I am getting at here is that we were just chock-full-o-culture. Don't be jealous, it happens sometimes. haha. So we were sitting on the train and looking around discussing the bright colors of this Pepsi ad campaign. Blah blah, yada yada. Well, the train came to it's next stop. All of a sudden, this woman approaches us (i think there might have been all of three whole people on the train and she chooses to approach us) and she sticks out her tongue. weird. but this isn't the weirdest part. This woman acts as though she does this for a profession. I mean, she had it down pat. She stuck her tongue out further than anything i've ever seen. And it was repulsive!!! HUGE and pink and bumpy. OMG! and she directly looked at camille. i thought for sure she put some sort of tongue spell on us...and then... she got off the train. and that was that. i looked around in disbelief. did anyone else see this??? only one man made eye contact with me and i think he was smiling. of course he was, what ELSE would you do? only in nyc... or a crazy bin.

short story: set the scene. Camille and I walking hand in hand near Central Park. It was the dead of winter and there was still snow on the ground. Slushy snow. We approach a crowd of young men. Maybe early 20s. This actually happens often...imagine that, in NYC there are crowds of 20 something men walking on the street together? It's true, i say. At any rate, usually when this happens I expect some sort of remark. I mean, Camille and I are two lipstick-ish lesbians. So generally we get some sort of cat-call, "can I join? Where's your man at? Can we watch? hey ladies! Can you hold MY hand?" that sort of thing. But this time, it was amazing. I overhear one guy say, in the best british accent i've ever heard, "What's your favorite fantasy?" and then answer himself, "Lesbians." I actually laughed at this one. :)

Speaking of winter. This city is freezing in the winter. i ran in Central park over the winter cause for some reason (or temporary insanity) i decided to sign up for a half marathon in the middle of winter. when i was running one day, i passed howard stern. then i looked at the digital clock and temperature thingie on a building and it read, 9 degrees. what the hell was i thinking? who cares about howard stern when i can't feel my face.

Also in the news. New to me- the nyc socialite cat woman. DEAR GOD! Google her. I would like to thank my co-worker, Michael, for introducing this crazy woman's existence into my life. i would like to think i was a better person for NOT knowing of her.

Since the winter is almost over and it has been cold as hell on a nearly everyday basis, i decided to warm myself with hot yoga. Actually that had nothing to do with joining, but it was a good transition. Hot yoga is the best thing ever if you enjoy feeling like you might pass out and or throw up.

AH! Speaking of warmer weather... TWICE now i have been witness to this. There is a man in my neighborhood that dances in the street. Well, on the sidewalk, rather. He is a dancing FOOL. He has in his headphones, and he just dances. back and forth, back and forth. no cap on the ground for money. i think he really does it for pleasure. it pleases him so much, that his shirt is sweat-stained every time i see him from what I can only imagine to be a dance off. yesterday, he pulled up his shirt to reveal a chain thong. i tell no lie. if anyone is interested, you can see this man between 168 and 157 on broadway around dusk. seriously.

i feel if i update more, it might be overload. Till next time.