My First New York

I was joking with Adi the other day that I was going to write a story about how New York holds no romance. All the Meg Ryan roles, Woody Allen conversations, Empire State Building rendezvous – it was all a  trick and you fell for it.  Once here, you have to commute along with all the other sheep. You run errands on your lunch break to avoid the insanity that is pushed into every store in the city after work.  You deal with the mean crazies on the street who claim to be prophets but will only tell you that you are going to die (seriously, one day I’m going to yell back at that guy, “OK I get it!”).

Sunday, the city and I made up. She only took $100 from me that fueled a lovely warm Autumn day of breakfast for two, a long walk through the leaves in Central Park, a stop at FAO Schwartz for presents for my nieces, a refreshment stop at a hidden pub (will remain nameless lest we won’t find an open stool someday) and a new shirt for me from BR. Didn’t get home until after dark and went to sleep tired and happy to have had the sort of day I’d been wanting.