Apparently there have been a number of Broadway Stop Bum sightings. Like in front of the bodega and on the train platform. Guess he isn't dead after all?
My bad.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
DEPRESSION AFTER DENTIST
Have you ever found yourself in a dentist's chair at 8:30AM, your hair still slick from the morning shower, biting down on something too large for your mouth and wondering how the hell you got there? You half-remember making the appointment six months ago, remember like it was yesterday, but somehow six months have slipped past and there you are again, strapped to the dentists chair. Lying there lamely, blinking against the floodlight, hearing the scraping of metal on enamel, the faint signs of blood trickling from your gums and you think how did this happen? How am I here already? How have I lived here five and half years, the time ticking off in six-month increments, in bi-annual X-rays and complimentary toothbrushes? How is it I've reached that far-off age, on the other side of 25, the age where you have savings, but not enough for a down payment. The age where you dump bonuses on designer handbags and fall wardrobes and plane tickets south because where else is it supposed to go? The age of bachelorette parties and wedding gifts. The age of bridesmaids. A dark age indeed.
Depressing thoughts to be having in the dentists chair. Willa K, you should know better.
Stopped by the tailor's on Broadway (http://http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&ie=UTF-8&q=world+cleaners+astoria&fb=1&gl=us&hq=world+cleaners&hnear=astoria&cid=4815307308207673102&li=lmd)en route to work yesterday, not the new, splashy place on 33rd, but the old-school tailor next door to the way-old-school cobbler. It's 7:30 in the morning, and they're blasting Fire Burning (Fire Burning) on the Dance Floor. One thing you have to love about the Greeks, even Monday morning is a party, house music included. I'd picked up a beautiful vintage dress at Loveday last weekend, a short little lavendar something from the 80's that fit marvelously through the waist and chest, but clung a little too snuggly in the hips. Seems to be happening a lot these days. Well. The tailor sure appreciated it. In Astoria, too much booty earns you a fresh cup of D&D coffee on the house. And for an old lady that ain't half bad.
Depressing thoughts to be having in the dentists chair. Willa K, you should know better.
Stopped by the tailor's on Broadway (http://http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&ie=UTF-8&q=world+cleaners+astoria&fb=1&gl=us&hq=world+cleaners&hnear=astoria&cid=4815307308207673102&li=lmd)en route to work yesterday, not the new, splashy place on 33rd, but the old-school tailor next door to the way-old-school cobbler. It's 7:30 in the morning, and they're blasting Fire Burning (Fire Burning) on the Dance Floor. One thing you have to love about the Greeks, even Monday morning is a party, house music included. I'd picked up a beautiful vintage dress at Loveday last weekend, a short little lavendar something from the 80's that fit marvelously through the waist and chest, but clung a little too snuggly in the hips. Seems to be happening a lot these days. Well. The tailor sure appreciated it. In Astoria, too much booty earns you a fresh cup of D&D coffee on the house. And for an old lady that ain't half bad.
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