Sunday, January 29, 2006

Well, as the title suggest, this is my first time. It's my first of what I hope to be many entries. To tell you the truth there is some angst building up as I keep typing. For instance, do I have to use perfect grammar or is "online" grammar and lingo the way to go? For example do I have to use "I" instead of I, or "because" instead of b/c?

Well, as for now I am just going to wing it and hope you enjoy what you find...

This is in fact My Kind of Town. That town being New York City. I've lived here for about a year and half and I'm still loving every day more than the one before it. Take today for instance, it was cold, rainy, down right nasty and it was still was what I call consider a damn good day...

It started off later than I wanted, but after a trip to gym, I was planning on me, the NY times and a turkey sandwich from the deli to get me through the afternoon when a girlfriend (a term you will here me use often) of mine invited me to a lil hip joint down in SOHO for brunch. Sunday..Brunch...SOHO, what's more New York City than that?

As I sped by expensive shops with all-to recognizable names I realized that SOHO is in fact on of my favorite and least favorite elements of New York City. The coble stone streets, the big store windows filled with all that is new and stylish...Whether it be Italian men's suits or kitchen fixtures that look like they belong up town at the MoMa. It was just crowded enough to enjoy the streets and being in a great neighborhood. It seemed as though the rain and temperature had keep the tourist bundled up in their hotel rooms. It was like the locals knew this, like there was a secret message sent out for " only cool, unique, artsy-yet not over the top, attractive people" because that is all that seemed to be streaming the streets, and I some how got it by mistake. I even passed by Mike Myers and group of friends walking to what I can only imagine would be a cool, low key, one of a kind brunch only fitting for a master thespian who could tackle such a role as Fat Bastard.

So what's not to love about that? Well, I can't afford it...I would oh so much love to, but not quite yet. Notice I say yet...I mean I can't completely and truly hate a "club" I ultimately want to be a member of right?

As for meeting my friends, all of which happen to be a girls on this fine Sunday I managed to find the place pretty easily. It was as to be expected a stylish, dimly lit, DJ included hot spot. I was the last to arrive which is unike me because I hate when people are late. My absence did not stop the ladies from getting their first round of drinks. The cups of coffee and mimosas were already half way gone! Once I took off what seemed like a million layers, I quickly ordered a Bloody Mary to get the morning/midafternoon started.

The topics of conversation bounced from one light hearted superficial topic to the next,. Just the stuff you think would come from a table of twenty something's. We brought up the Douche Bag we all had the pleasure of meeting on Friday night (a friend of a friend's). We then moved on to the crushing words that came from one of the girl's lips that very same drunken filled evening. She went on to tell us that she "quite delicately" asked the guy she is seeing/dating/sleeping with "where are we going with this, what are we." She basically asked this guy to play the role of a Label Maker!

The sighs from the table were hilarious. There were oooohhhhss, and awwwwsss. I actually think a few came from the table of women setting next to us. The reaction from the girls was quite interesting. From one to my left came this, "well he's really busy, you have to respect that, he's got a lot going on." These words, by no surprise came from a girl who is not the most confident character in the the coup. She's beautiful, but just not as self assured as a few of the others. It was like she is so used to citing "it's me" not "it's him" routine she knows no other script. I for one actually mentioned, although the timing and diveraly, not to mention the Blood Alcohol level were not right, it seems after two months of sleeping with a guy you get the right to ask that? No?

(I find this a good time to mention that I'm looking for guy friends, I swear...too many of these brunches and I'll be trading in my Chones for Channels...)

So with my good byes and kissing of what seemed to be at least 20 cheeks, I was off to walk again though the the world of SOHO...I would stop to by Starbucks on my way home, only because I still have money left on a gift card from the parents. Like I said before, I can't afford it yet!

Thanks for listening


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