Swing, Swing

This past weekend I managed to ward off the cutest guy I’ve ever spoken to in a bar in NYC. I did this because somehow I decided to tell him off and say everything I would tell any irresponsible bad quality guy. Which he wasn’t. As far as I know the only thing he was, was incredibly cute. Oh well. I also went to the gym this morning, ran seven miles really well, showered, and came back to my locker to realize I had left my clothes for the day at home. With class starting in twenty minutes, I was wrapped in a towel, with only sweaty pants and sports top, feeling entirely stupid. Thank goodness Danielle is an angel and Dave was home. I ended up in adorable jeans and a Cubs t-shirt. It feels really good to hang out in Soho in that ensemble. Dreama and I both noticed the moon tonight but she beat me to texting it to my attention. It’s kind of sick and wonderful all at the same time that Pete and J’s show this Wednesday is what is getting me through this week. Oh and I get to swing on porch swings tomorrow night at Nico’s party…while drinking alcohol. Adult life can be fun after all!!!

Bright Eyes

Children have no business being raised by adults who cannot remember how they thought, and saw the world, as children.

They’re brilliant lots of the time, and it’s amazing to stop and try to relate to how they perceive everything.

My almost-three-year-old-niece was playing with puppets and her father wanted to dress her for dinner.

“Come Esther, time to get dressed.”

“Wait a minute, I’m busy.”

“No sweetie, you ate grapes but I haven’t and neither has anyone else, and we’re hungry so let me get you dressed so we don’t have to wait any longer.”

“No! This cannot wait. I said I’m busy!”

“Sweetie, this can wait, we need to start dinner, let’s go.”

“No, this can’t wait, the puppet will be cold!!!”

And with that, she finished ‘dressing the puppet,’ skipped over to her father, and lay down to get dressed.

And then she sighed and said, “isn’t she beauuutiful?!”

Children’s priorities are simply darling.

And so are they.

Crack, Christ, & Grandma

With all the business of life, this is quite outdated.

But last time at the office I was pleased with every opportunity to dash out and be in the sun.

Spring has Sprung, some would say. That corny sort of some.

On the subway, a huge guy who must’ve been adopted by a Gospel Church and has become utterly ”New & Improved” in his life’s discourse, gave us all a sermon. Anyone who has experienced subway sermons knows the idea, but this one was particularly amusing to me. His size, firstly was quite overbearing, and his voice- even more so. It was more like a booming substance which battled with my music. He was commanding my subway car that we must become one with Christ. His slogan for repetition, was:

“I gave my best to Crack, now I give my best to Christ!!”
I gather there are people who are instantly inspired by such an outburst, and make life-changing decisions. I just found it quite humorous.

SO during my dashing during the day, my overly attune ears and positive spirit made me notice something else quite funny.

Arm in arm, a nanny a child. The sun clearly had hit their senses as well, as they skipped down the street near Columbus Circle. While they skipped, they sang “Oh we’re gonna sleep with Grandma when she comes, oh we’re gonna sleep with Grandma when she comes!”

They were chanting this gleefuly and proudly to the tune of “she’ll be coming around the mountain when she comes…”

And I simply thought of how rich a mere few minutes out on the street of New York can be.

In sights and sounds.

Tiniest, Largest, Pleasures

Isn’t it wonderful how the smallest, silliest things become the biggest treasures when they are so needed?

As a long-haired girl who obsessively works out at the gym, 

the lack of a ponytail holder is a disaster.

So at the moment where someone handed me one, 

it was the greatest thing on earth.

It’s remarkable and great how circumstance can turn a tiny piece of 

elastic covered in thread, into the mind’s equivelant of the realization

of a greatest, deepest desire.