New York City- Street Art and Color
Bubby’s in Tribeca
I wish I could take him home with me.
Anny’s Food Tour was amazing. We toured NoHo and Nolita. That’s me in a food coma at the end of the day.
Yeah, this really happened:
So New York, My Heart Got Caught on Your Sleeve. I so much loved getting to have a taste of your life in NYC, Anny. It hasn’t been easy. You’ve foraged a life for yourself in one of the busiest chaotic places in the world. Thank you for sharing this place with me. I love your heart and I loved that you shared this quote with me. Keepin’ that quote and sharin’ it out because I’ve shared plenty of uncool moments with you over the years, Anny.
“The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you’re uncool.”
My final adventure on my way home, suitcase rolling down Bleeker Street, waiting for Amy’s Bread to open so I could get a cup of coffee before I hailed a cab. As I’m standing there waiting for the employees that were hustling inside, the sign read, “Hours Open 7:30” and it was already 8:00am. A woman out for her morning walk, stops at the door of Amy’s Bread and tries to open it. She sees the women inside moving about and makes eye contact with one of them. “Are they open?” She says to me. “Uh, I don’t know, it says they open at 7:30.” After waiting like 15 seconds and getting the clear blow off from the employee inside, she says in authentic New York form, “Well, fuck you then, I’ll get my coffee somewhere else!” Then she stormed away and continued her walk. So there ya go. That was one of my last interactions in the Big Apple. I traipsed across the street with my suitcase in tow and stopped at Rocco’s for a Cafe Au Lait. Good choice.
New York City is like a lover, as the song below describes. If you live there, NYC is more than a city, it’s a relationship.
Until next Friday. Love you loves.
Gastric Bypass Update:
I made it to 20,000 steps for the first time in NYC.
Why You Keep Judging Me? 