Wash Over Me…
Yin and yang. My life on both coasts.
Yin and yang. My life on both coasts.
Nothing like a beautiful spring day to make your Sunday sunny and bright.
David assumed the role of me last night.
Woke up early Saturday after seeing Oslo.
Cultcha on Sunday before my first cup of coffee. 9am and the #1 train is actually running on the weekend. I am a member of the Whitney and this was opening weekend for the Biennial.
Snowmaggedon has been prophesied about for the past five days. Yesterday, Stella hit with abandon.
This is why I love NY.
I feel confidant that most of my readership has been to New York City. Here’s a thought that literally assaulted me on my way home last night.
I have a rich fantasy life. Mostly, they involve sports, travel and retail therapy…not the prerequisite sex.
Mopish in Manhattan? That’s impossible. Seriously…about as probable as Donald Trump doing a Pantene commercial for beautiful hair.
Walked 20 miles over the weekend. It feels good to pound the pavement again.
I cry bullshit.
I usually prefer the left.
Only in New York…
Just go straight. Hop on a bike and cruise the visually enticing Hudson River Bike Path.
Yesterday dawned dull and humid. I entertained thoughts of hanging out all day, but this is New York City!
Yesterday, I found myself on yet another island. Without the aide of sun, white sand, turquoise waters and a mango daiquiri, I still found paradise on the island of Manhattan.
Saturday, I closed my eyes and tapped my heels together three times and thought to myself, ‘There’s no place like home’.
Sunday dawned in NYC and the weather mafia was in a frenzy. It was the first day of spring and snow was on the horizon.