(this is annie)


In New York, City Loves You

Every time the plane lands in New York, I start to feel excited. And when the Manhattan skyline comes into focus, I feel a tiny leap in my heart. An old friend — born and raised in New York — had never been to Chicago, and he scoffed when I said I thought Chicago's skyline was prettier. I still contend that it's so, but seeing the Chrysler building has more emotional impact. I've been on this weird New York lovefest for the past 24 hours, even though I haven't had time to go to my favorite places. It's like when I was a teenager, and I had met what I thought was the biggest love of my life, and I contented myself by knowing we both saw the same moon at night. Just being here, knowing that New York is doing its thing around me, is enough.


Phil and I went to Public tonight. It was crowded, and service was slow, but the benefit is that we had more time to catch up. Couples were on either side of our table, and both men shifted to sit next to their ladyfriends. Then, there was tongue kissing — which also made me feel like a teenager, but in that awkward and horrific way in which I knew, just knew, that everyone else was doing it while I remained an awkward virgin. All I can say is that it's difficult to focus on your tofu curry when someone else's saliva is a foot away from it, and when that saliva belongs to a long-haired man dating a woman at least 15 years his junior. Does the discomfort make me a grizzle? A curmudgeon? Either way, we didn't stay for dessert.

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