So, once we were on the my dear friend’s street in Greenwich Village, the cabbie said, “Are we here?” when he thought we’d arrived at the proper address.
I said, “I don’t know if this is it, it’s my first time here.”
He said, “Oh, I thought you lived here.”
“Uh, no, I’m just a really good faker.”
We both had a giggle.
I arrived here last night to visit with my dear friend, Anny. It’s so good to love on the people you love, people. Do it. Life is too short not to.
This morning, she made me a lovely decadent egg scrambled magical goodness extravaganza with artichoke truffle paste, Portobello mushrooms, and zucchini. Meanwhile, I complained about how freakin’ hot it is in her 6th floor walk up apartment and how I can’t imagine not controlling the heat in my own house. You’ve heard before how I have issues with heat. Now, back to the egg extravaganza (Um, can you say delish? I had seconds. Did I mention that I’m in NYC because Anny bought me a flight, but I’m also here to eat something naughty whenever I’m hungry and not feel a bit of guilt.)
We headed off shortly after 11am, and popped into Amy’s Bread in GV for a cup of coffee and a pistachio twist. (GV- Now we’re on initial terms because writing out Greenwich Village is too much work to spell out over and over.) We hoofed it to the Subway headed to Central Park. CP in autumn has to be one of God’s favorite places on earth. (Really, God, yes? I wouldn’t mind if heaven was just like this place, with a constant temperature regulated at 60 degrees. Are you taking notes?)
Central Park has such gorgeous fall colors and we dressed just perfectly. Anny gifted me this fanTAStic sweater that complimented this enchanting day. I was camouflaged. I Spy with my little eye, something, orange. Ah, oranges, and reds, and yellows and rustic browns. Did I mention that fall is my favorite? Hover over the pictures to see little snippets of my adventures today. What a lovely day. I get to do this again tomorrow. Don’t hate.
(Oh, and God has told me there will be cannolis and NYC pizza in heaven, because all the streets aren’t made of gold, in the literal, like, gold-chain sense of the word, nah, the streets of gold are really streets of dough. Golden luscious wheat dough of all shapes and sizes. Savory and sweet. Pure Heaven. There will be no calories or badness associated with this golden dough. The pot at the end of the rainbow in heaven will be filled with golden dough. Can I get an amen?)
Until next Friday. Love you loves.
Gastric Bypass Update:
I ate tons today. I also walked a whole lotta steps. That evens things out, right?
I had a few moments where I realized that I would have really struggled with this trip a year ago. The walking and the climbing of stairs would have been terribly hard for me. I’m enjoying this so much more, with 75 less poundage. That’s like almost 2 of the suitcases I carried up the 6 floor walkup, except that weight was on my body. Yeah, on my body. (I just have to say, Anny, you rock those stairs every day. You kick sass. For realz.)
Here’s me, huffin’ and puffin’ up those stairs carrying my 39-pound suitcase. The video quality is poor, but my commentary is pretty funny. Enjoy.
Why You Keep Judging Me? 