Ah, New York. It’s so energetically beautiful in such a physically ugly way. As always, I had a wonderful time. My friend, Chris, picked me up in Chinatown after a speedy little ride on the Fung Wah (there was no highway traffic). We strolled through Chinatown to this little shop (not of horrors, though) called Homer, where Chris introduced me to an old friend of his (I think he might have been coming on to me…either that, or he just comes on VERY strong).
Then we walked through Soho for a while – right through a scene being filmed for a Bruce Willis movie. We didn’t see Bruce. But then again, since it’s apparently a law that all men in New York City sport shaved heads and buff bodies, it’s hard to tell. Anyway, we went into the Village, dropped off my bags and headed out for lunch (mmmmm – panini). Chris’ partner, John, joined us a few hours later and we returned to Soho for some more shopping (I got some new sneakers…I didn’t need them, but at $39.00, I just had to). After a disco nap, we went to dinner in Chelsea…arriving at the restaurant after 11pm (something that takes me time to get used to after being raised with a Mom that had dinner each afternoon between 4:30 and 5:00pm).
On Sunday, Chris and John wanted to take me to Brooklyn (which I had previously only driven through). After some yummy Belgian waffles, we hopped on the subway and trekked down to Brooklyn (Smith Street area) only to find that, essentially, Brooklyn was closed on Sunday’s preceding a national holiday. After a few blocks of metal-grate protected storefronts, we went to the lower east side to nosh on snacks and people watch in Tompkins Square Park.
Craving more people to watch, we walked west to the Christopher Street Pier to observe the homosexual hustler mating ritual TAAADQH’s), along with those bald-muscle clones (as mentioned earlier) primping their feathers for the masses.
Returning to the apartment (only a block away), I realized that I’d not taken a single picture the entire trip. So, out came the camera and only a handful of pictures were ultimately taken…mostly inside the apartment. ugh. Here’s a self portrait…with pussy:
The few others were of Chris and John…but they won’t allow me to post any without their approval first.
All in all, I had a great time. For NYC, it was a relaxing time for me. And then last night Rich came over and we walked to Boston’s Esplanade for the spectacular fireworks display. A perfect ending to a perfect weekend.
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