I went to NYC last month. Thanks Cancer. I loved the trip. But I hate your guts. (just sayin)
Walking from the the Chamber's street stop on the J train through the World Trade Center one evening after a very long, but super fun, dinner at Peter Luger's in Brooklyn, I heard "this is worse than even Jesus's time". Two homeless people pushing piles of luggage and bags and blankets in their shopping cart and double stroller were having a discussion about how evil the world is today.
I handed the woman a five dollar bill and told her to have a good night and she turned to the man that made the loud vocal comparison and said "you're full of shit, bet nobody ever gave no Jesus no five dollar bill." I'm pretty sure she's right... I'm also pretty sure that she didn't have any pants on either.
I forget how great NYC is when I'm not back often. I didn't have much time to fit everything I wanted to in. But I did get a few special moments. I got to see a hooker get out of a town car in the West Village. She wouldn't have given her vocation away if she'd been able to get out of the car and walk away. But, she was outed by the man who had paid her for her services. His pants were falling down as chased her down the sidewalk and called her horrible names. She was ignoring him and counting the wad of cash he'd handed her. It was a priceless New York moment near even more priceless and beautiful town homes in the Village.
I spent a couple of hours in my favorite museum on 70th and 5th one afternoon. The Frick has a beautiful collection, but it's the building that is really amazing. A block from some of the best window shopping in Manhattan, it sits on a beautiful residential street filled with some of the New York elite. I stepped out of the museum late in the afternoon to an odd assortment of people. There was a little girl walking past the entrance toward the park with what I'm sure was her nanny. She was snacking on a pig's foot. My phone's battery had died a few minutes earlier or I would be able to share that little nugget with you. And, I would have had time because she and her Nanny and the rest of the crowd coming from Madison toward the park got stopped at the corner by a wall of big fat rapping bodyguards. It was kind of awesome and absurd at the same time. These guys were huge. One of them eyed that pigs foot for a while. I was almost sure he'd take it from the kid if he didn't have to scan the sidewalk for snipers and anyone posing a danger to his big bad rapper boss. After all of the hoopla, some guy with overly baggy pants, and a ton of ugly jewelry came out of the building and got in to one of the three Bentley's parked on the street waiting for him. He kindly gave the doorman the finger as he got in to his overpriced uber-pimped out vehicle. Way to promote your brand, you giant Candyass.
I really don't like rap music. So I won't be supporting that tool or his entourage of overly paid, overly fed gorillas. However, I remain hopelessly devoted to Mos Def and the Beastie Boys. AND, I now know exactly what I won't do when I decide to become a hooker in NYC. AND, I hope that poor woman with my $5 got some pants.
This is so not worse than even Jesus's time. But, we could use some reminders now and then about how good we have it.
Walking from the the Chamber's street stop on the J train through the World Trade Center one evening after a very long, but super fun, dinner at Peter Luger's in Brooklyn, I heard "this is worse than even Jesus's time". Two homeless people pushing piles of luggage and bags and blankets in their shopping cart and double stroller were having a discussion about how evil the world is today.
I handed the woman a five dollar bill and told her to have a good night and she turned to the man that made the loud vocal comparison and said "you're full of shit, bet nobody ever gave no Jesus no five dollar bill." I'm pretty sure she's right... I'm also pretty sure that she didn't have any pants on either.
I forget how great NYC is when I'm not back often. I didn't have much time to fit everything I wanted to in. But I did get a few special moments. I got to see a hooker get out of a town car in the West Village. She wouldn't have given her vocation away if she'd been able to get out of the car and walk away. But, she was outed by the man who had paid her for her services. His pants were falling down as chased her down the sidewalk and called her horrible names. She was ignoring him and counting the wad of cash he'd handed her. It was a priceless New York moment near even more priceless and beautiful town homes in the Village.
I spent a couple of hours in my favorite museum on 70th and 5th one afternoon. The Frick has a beautiful collection, but it's the building that is really amazing. A block from some of the best window shopping in Manhattan, it sits on a beautiful residential street filled with some of the New York elite. I stepped out of the museum late in the afternoon to an odd assortment of people. There was a little girl walking past the entrance toward the park with what I'm sure was her nanny. She was snacking on a pig's foot. My phone's battery had died a few minutes earlier or I would be able to share that little nugget with you. And, I would have had time because she and her Nanny and the rest of the crowd coming from Madison toward the park got stopped at the corner by a wall of big fat rapping bodyguards. It was kind of awesome and absurd at the same time. These guys were huge. One of them eyed that pigs foot for a while. I was almost sure he'd take it from the kid if he didn't have to scan the sidewalk for snipers and anyone posing a danger to his big bad rapper boss. After all of the hoopla, some guy with overly baggy pants, and a ton of ugly jewelry came out of the building and got in to one of the three Bentley's parked on the street waiting for him. He kindly gave the doorman the finger as he got in to his overpriced uber-pimped out vehicle. Way to promote your brand, you giant Candyass.
I really don't like rap music. So I won't be supporting that tool or his entourage of overly paid, overly fed gorillas. However, I remain hopelessly devoted to Mos Def and the Beastie Boys. AND, I now know exactly what I won't do when I decide to become a hooker in NYC. AND, I hope that poor woman with my $5 got some pants.
This is so not worse than even Jesus's time. But, we could use some reminders now and then about how good we have it.
