Sunday, November 12, 2006

Last night...

...I realized what a difference friendliness makes. I would trek back to Brooklyn on the unreliable R train just because everybody smiled. From the maitre d' to the bartender to the waiter to the busboy. It was like being "where everybody knows your name."

...I realized (again) that I find concrete strangely beautiful. Well, not all concrete -- but the Manhattan skyline. There's something eerily lovely about it.

...I realized that knee-high boots, while making me about 3 inches taller and doing whatever it is that boots do, still don't make me feel as good as spindly-heeled sandals that show off a pedicure do. (I really need to live somewhere warm).

7 Comments:

At 8:22 AM, Blogger cripesthisisserious said...

concrete - not so much

but i'm manic about steel and glass
those bulidings that curve in or out, just large reflective window panes, they're majestic, like iceburgs
you stand beneath and run the risk of dying because you're staring up in awe, and some bloody taxi driver has been yelling at you to gedoudda th'way ya ... (isn't it wonderful)

and when you're in the park or on the ferry or at the empire state (Cliched but true) and you look out, thise spires of light - so delicate, yet egdy

beautiful

 
At 7:51 PM, Blogger rhea said...

pri: i totally hear you on all of that. it's how i feel about manhattan, too (except that i only like the empire state bldg from afar -- too many damn tourists in this city!)

 
At 10:24 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

You could always post a picture of your pretty feet on your blog :)

 
At 12:37 AM, Blogger rhea said...

anonymous: ummm... foot fetish?

 
At 4:25 AM, Blogger cripesthisisserious said...

{{{{sigh}}}}
tourists

what makes it so awefully embarassing is that i know i'm one of them.

i love walking around and staring at stuff, getting in the way of all those people who have a life and somewhere to go. i show up in the city and the style quotient automatically drops a thousand points (athough in my defence, i have never, repeat never, worn a fanny pack, ugly baseball cap, or half pants with pulled up socks). I don't get laid back cool at a bar. i make up the long quque at the moma and the met. i love port authority because i can afford the bus.

i should just die now, but we're going to see the bond tomorrow

 
At 12:05 PM, Blogger rhea said...

pri: and he's totally worth living for!

i'm having a hard time imagining you as 'not cool', despite what you say :) and new york loves ya, even if you make us break our hurried strides on the sidewalk.

 
At 6:23 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

no... only because you wanted to show them off!

 

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