Today is a very hot and humid day in The City! I know because so far today I have walked about 25 blocks, in TEVA wedge-hi flip flops and carrying what I call the typical NYC handbag. Today it only had 2 folders in it and no Kindle (thank God). I could itemize the numerous objects and necessities in my pocketbook but I bet there are thousands of woman all over the country carrying the same home away from home – what if I need…. bag! Although many of them have it on the front seat while they drive around and are not carrying it in the asphalt jungle. Let’s just say, it’s always heavy and on a day like today, unwelcomely heavy. With each block, my mood darkened. Peter wanted to know when I would stop complaining about how hot I was and my response was….well that remark is probably better left unsaid in print. I arrived home (finally), stripped off my clothes and hopped into the shower. What a fabulous feeling.
If you are wondering what that first paragraph has to do with the title of this blog, it’s actually a precursor to why sometimes living here gets you down, beats you up, changes your outlook on life and makes you wish it was Friday so you could run not walk to your weekend getaway.
So how do you know when you’ve lived in New York City too long?
Dinner – hitting up your slice place at 1:00am
PIZZA!!!
2. Nothing fills you with more rage than getting on a crowded subway car and hearing, “It’s showtime”
3. $12 cocktails and $20 yoga classes seem normal now!
4.You’ve considered moving into your office to save on rent since you spend so much time there.
5. You’ve Seamlessed lunch and dinner in the same day and not given a shit.
Who cooks anymore?
6. In the summer you consider the wind coming from an approaching subway to be a nice breeze.
7. You’ve flipped off a tourist bus.
WHAT are they looking at?
8. When you visit the suburbs and try to sleep, the silence scares you.
9. You wear ear buds to the grocery store.
“Stayin’ Alive,” – I Need Endive
10. You walk faster than most people run.
Thanks Gail for sending me this hysterical web link.
Bill Ding and his band of clowns are the security patrol for this blog site. He is a favorite toy from the 50*s. By the way sometimes a blog is just an ego-maniacal stream of conscience.
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This is amazing!
You’re most welcome!
Lori,, I love reading your posts. My mom and sister are coming to NYC in August, but I can’t come. If I could, your are the first person I would like meet!!!
There would be no way Melissa that you could come this far and not meet up. Wish you were coming. If your Mom and sister need any advice about anything city related, I will message you my cell phone and I will help them out any way I can. So much to see, so much to do, how long will they be here?
This is hilarious, Lori! #10 is so true! My girlfriend is from L.A. and has gotten around in a car most of her life. She constantly complains about the breakneck speed at which I walk in the city. I tell her walking is not considered exercise to New Yorkers, it’s our transportation, so we want to get from point A to point B quickly!! Between that and up and down subway stairs all day, it’s no wonder we New Yorkers are healthier than those candy-asses on the West coast…. (Sorry, honey. : } )
When your key ring carrying keys for apartment (at least 3), office, car, weekend house, your friend’s house(s), the storage facility etc. weighs more than most newborns!
perfect #11
It’s ALL about the pizza!!
Indeed! Thanks for stopping by my blog today and leaving a comment.