It was exciting. I even tweeted about it on twitter. I didn’t dance on table tops or kiss anyone and then forgot, but I did venture into the city on a week night by myself. And that, right there is an event. A girl on her own in the big city.
I haven’t been to NYC in a while, and I certainly haven’t been there alone since my previous life. I worked in the city and lived there for years until the kids put a stop to that. Now I live outside NYC, and Kevin and I go in on occasion and take the kids to museums now and then, but to go in alone at night on the bus after all these years was an odd sort of experience for me. It was like seeing the city through new eyes.
In the first few moments after stepping off the bus I saw a grown woman doning neon, multicolor, zebra-print stretch pants, a boisterous cluster of blonde, big-bussomed transvestites, a person who followed behind me for three whole blocks talking the entire time to no one in particular, a street meat cart festooned with Christmas lights and a NY pizzaria, cranking out pizzas and Italian music, staffed entirely by Mexicans. As I stood there waiting to order listening to Funiculi Funicula I wondered if anyone in the place actually understood the lyrics.
I also saw this.
I actually thought the items in the window were little tchotckies (How do you spell that word – I can’t even spell in English – how am I going to spell in foreign languages?) from one of the thousands of a souvenir shops surrounding Times Square. I was walking down Eighth Avenue, passed this window and had to double back. Walking up to the window, I peered in. On closer inspection I realized these were actual shoes to be worn not, in fact, piggy banks or little shoe bookends or something. I wonder if this is where Lady Gaga shops.
For another angle, there’s this:
Of particular interest in this photo are the black spikey studded, high-heeled, ankle-boots. They are completely covered in studs. They’re almost like sea urchins. I would have loved to see someone walking around the streets of Manhattan in those.
I also saw someone walking in high-heeled construction boots. I kid you not. I did a double take to verify what I thought I saw, and sure enough the shoes were made of that odd yellowish-tan construction boot material.
I wish I could have gotten a picture of all the wondrous things I saw. Maybe next time. This time I actually had things to do. As much as I just wanted to walk the streets and stare at people, I wasn’t there to sight see. I was in the city to attend a seminar on anxiety – but that’s a topic for a another post.
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