Sometimes when I look up the weather, it says the temperature and then it says what it FEELS like. That always cracks me up, especially when it is merely a one degree difference. It’s 27 degrees out but it FEELS like 26 degrees.
My Logger calendar for the month of March shows him standing in Times Square and the caption says “Out of sight out of mind… out a place”. That was Steve, Derrick and me this past weekend. We went to New York for a crazy two days where we visited my parents on the way, my cousin and his girlfriend at their condo in the Bronx, my friend Liz from Silver Bay and Felix who was over from Germany. I discovered that I can tolerate New York for approximately 12 hours before I have a fit involving lots of swearing because some f**#@ parked their car right up against my car. THE CAR WAS TOUCHING MY CAR’S PRIVATE PARTS. After 12 hours I’m ready to initiate a brawl with the nearest standing citizen then go home and never see another city ever again.
However, we did enjoy Central Park and “The Gates” display. I can confirm that, yes, spending 22 million dollars on orange cloths and calling it art looks as ridiculous as it sounds. We also spent time in the lower East side and met up with Liz for drinks and dinner at a Hawaiian restaurant where we were served by waitresses in bikinis. My cousin Steve met up with us later and we saw several comedians perform at The Underground. Then we went back to his condo overlooking the Hudson and discussed politics until 2am.
The next day, after brunch with Felix in the upper West side, we headed out of the city, with me periodically shrieking each time we encountered jaywalkers in the middle of the street or cars veering into our lane. Finally we crossed the Tappan Zee Bridge (hitherto known as the Tampon Zebra) and I could finally relax because we survived our venture into the big city without a single accident, mugging, drive by shooting or sodomy (besides my car). We stopped at my parents again on the way back and had a meal and they told us that they have had people visit them from NYC who insist on being escorted from the car to the house because they are convinced they are going to be mauled by a wild bear in the driveway. Apparently New Yorkers are as uneasy in our environment as we are in theirs.
We continued on and when we crossed the border into Vermont, all was right with the world. God bless Vermont.
Feb 28th 2005Uncategorized