Soul Man

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I could live so happily in this building right here πŸ™‚

I’ve spent the last few days in New York City, and I never cease to feel amazed while I’m there. The list of things to do and see is endless, and every breath of the city is positively heaving with possibility. You can be anyone you want here…how bloody fantastic is that? πŸ™‚

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Great advice, don’t you think? πŸ˜‰
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A flower on a table at a restaurant – this makes me happy πŸ™‚
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I kind of want to be Eloise and live at The Plaza, don’t you? πŸ™‚
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I love a sassy girl πŸ˜‰

As usual, I did my share – as well as seven other people’s shares – of walking (there’s a blister on the bottom of my left foot to prove it, but I love you all far too much to torture you by posting a picture of that site)…I never tire of the feel of the pulse of the city beneath my toes. I wish that pulse didn’t leave me with throbbing wounds, but…c’est la vie. πŸ˜‰ I love the people watching, and I can’t help but look at all of the people that I meet and wonder about their lives, their stories, and who they are. For example, on Wednesday night, I was out walking around the East Village at 10:00pm-ish…and the streets were bursting with people. At 10:00pm! On a Wednesday!! I don’t know about you, but most Wednesday nights, 10:00pm finds my arse on the couch watching ‘Chelsea Lately’ – I’m not out strolling the streets! However, I’m fairly confident that if I lived somewhere magical like New York, with the incredible sense of community that exists there, then perhaps I would. I find that New Yorkers are amongst the friendliest peopleΒ ever, and I love the way that everyone seems to be out and about all the time. Love. πŸ™‚

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I bought this for the Wee One at the Eloise Shop at the Plaza πŸ™‚
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The newest addition to our clan – the Madeline doll from FAO Schwarz πŸ™‚
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Pinot Grigio at the St Regis New York – it looks as expensive as it was, don’t you think? πŸ˜‰

I have this tendency to meet people wherever I go – part of it is that I figure that every stranger is simply a friend I haven’t met yet (which is an attitude that has caused me a lot of troubles over the years, but…it’s who I am. Whatevah.), and the other thing is that fun and adventure just seem to find me. Always. πŸ™‚ Case in point: last Thursday, I took the bus down to the FAO Schwarz toy store to do some shopping for my Wee One. Along the way, I made a pitstop at the Plaza Hotel (yes,Β theΒ Plaza) to go to the Eloise Shop. πŸ™‚ I can’t even believe that there is an Eloise Shop (I want to take my Muppet Girl and stay at the Betsey Johnson-designed Eloise suite more than I can possibly tell you…how fabulous would that be???!) – and it was just as gorgeous as you’d imagine it to be! πŸ™‚ After I spent too much money there, I went to FAO, and picked up the items that I was there for (a dress for Molly the Muppet Puppet and a Madeleine doll set, FYI) – it wasn’t the most pleasant of experiences as every single person in Manhattan was in the damn toy store at the same time…the crowds were INSANE!! I could hardly move (let alone dance on the piano from the movie “Big”)! I couldn’t get out of there fast enough – and as soon as I stepped outside, the heavens opened and it started pouring. Not just raining, friends…but POURING. I had an umbrella (yaaa me! πŸ™‚ ), but it was pretty much useless against such a torrential downpour. I’m not terribly precious about myself, so I happily strolled the streets playing in the rain (yes, there may have been a bit of dancing…don’t judge me) – until it occurred to me that I was going to have to spend the rest of my day in the dress that I was wearing…and it was getting more and more soaked by the minute! I looked around to see if there was a coffee shop or something where I could pop in and get out of the rain – and then I remembered that this was me we were talking about, so I looked around for a bar. πŸ˜‰ I asked a concierge at a hotel if they had a bar inside – they did (it was in the restaurant, as their regular bar was under construction), so in I went. I wasn’t sure where I was, but I really didn’t care…I just wanted out of the rain. I asked the hostess for a table – she tried refusing me by telling me that the bar was closed and that I could go somewhere else…but I insisted, and I was eventually seated. I thought it was rather weird that she assumed I only wanted the bar, but…I didn’t really care, I just wanted to sit down. I ordered a glass of wine from the menu (a delightful Pinot Grigio – yum!), and took in my surroundings…and some surroundings they were! By this time, I realized where I was – at the St Regis New York. Wowza. This Dorothy sure as hell wasn’t in Kansas anymore! I was seated near two women in their 60s who were having the most fascinating conversation – it can only be summed up as #richwhitewomenproblems. They were discussing the demands of balancing charity/volunteer work with their shopping and hair appointments. Huh. Needless to say I could not relate. It was beyond interesting, though, to see how the other side lives…a side I will never know, but fascinating nonetheless. As I continued to sit there and contemplate my place in the rich and fabulous life (on the outside looking in, in case you’re interested), two women were seated right beside me. No sooner had they parked themselves that they turned and started chatting – turns out they were doing the exact same thing as I was doing, seeking shelter from the storm, looking to get their wine hooch on. πŸ˜‰ The three of us spent an hour and a half chatting – they were from Chicago, in the city for 48 hours of fun and debauchery (I love how kindred spirits tend to find me πŸ™‚ ), and they, too, felt that the hostess treated them shabbily when they arrived – we kind of wondered if she was implying that we were prostitutes, and we decided to embrace that and feel a bit Julia Roberts/”Pretty Woman”-ish…and we were damn okay with that. πŸ™‚ There are worse things in life to be mistaken for than a hooker, don’t you think? πŸ˜‰

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This is how the St Regis New York does food – I could get used to eating edible gold leaf on top of things every day…couldn’t you? πŸ™‚

After bidding my new friends a fond farewell, I stopped in the potty on my way out (lesson #1 in New York: always use the potty when you see one, as you can never be sure when another will pop up) – and made friends with a woman sitting on the couch in there, patiently waiting while her cell phone charged. She was in her 50s, from Connecticut, married to a man who worked on Wall Street, but she assured me that although they were rich as rich could be, they were most certainly not assholes (that’s a direct quote – I love it!). We talked about the state of education in today’s world, and the importance of raising girls through their teenage years without killing them or shipping them to an island where they can live by themselves until they reacquire the social skills needed to mingle with society. She was hilarious, this one, and I spent another 30 minutes chatting with her – you just never know where you’re going to make friends, eh?! πŸ™‚

The rest of the week was spent walking around, eating amazing food, seeing beautiful sights, and just taking it all in. I feel like a different person when I am in New York – nothing drastically different, just like a better version of me. When I am at home here and am going about the drudgery of my day-to-day existence, I think of myself as being kind of sepia toned…there is color to my life, but nothing too sharp or intense. However, when I am in New York, I become a vibrant Van Gogh painting, full of bright colors and reflecting light. I like to think of how my life would be if I lived there, if I could walk everywhere (I would love love LOVE that more than I can possibly tell you), I could have any food that I could possibly want at my fingertips day or night…it would be great. I somehow feel that I would have more time for the good stuff in life, the things that make you smile and enhance your quality of life – rather than rush rush rushing all of the damn time to take care of the minutiae that makes up my life. I know that I can’t pick up and move to New York tomorrow (sad trombone), but I amΒ determinedΒ to find a way to bring some of that lifestyle to my humble abode here. I’m not sure how I’m going to do this yet, but I’ve got my thinking cap on and I’m working on a plan. I think the effort will be well worth it. πŸ™‚

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Before I go, please enjoy a few more pictures from my few days of magic:

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I’m thinking of applying to be their new spokesperson πŸ™‚
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Mmm….meat! πŸ™‚ DiPalo’s in Little Italy is FAB! πŸ™‚
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Le Petit Versailles – hidden garden on Houston….so pretty! πŸ™‚
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Even garbage cans are freaking AWESOME! πŸ™‚
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Some art on the wall in a Think Coffee. πŸ™‚
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Random art of the side of a building – LOVE! πŸ™‚
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This was painted on all four sides of a street light…I thought it was so beautiful. πŸ™‚
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The most AMAZING paella – thanks El Quijote! πŸ™‚
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I wish this was mi casa πŸ™‚

 

I ❀ NY! πŸ™‚

 

xxx

 

 

 

 

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