December Travels, Part Three
or where you been, beeyatch?
Okay, so we're rounding the home stretch of this epic four hour, mind-numbing slide show of my trivial life's journeys that I'm forcing you to watch by tying you to the chair and strapping those creepy Clockwork Orange eye clamps on your peepers.
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| AAAAACK! how in the hell did he wear those?!? |
Anyhoo...
Last stop, Penn Station!
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| this stunning world trade center image brought to you by Inga Sarda-Sorensen via Twitter |
Aaaaah, New York. How I missed your energy, your attitude, your ... smell. You are the most exciting city on this crazy blue planet. I never tire of you. I don't know that I possess the stamina to live inside of you, but I never tire of visiting. Christmas season is especially lovely. Not only is the city all decked out in its holiday finery, the inhabitants seem cheerier, too.
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| a gorgeous december day so mild, people were dining al fresco in december. december, people! |
Geo and I have been blessed to have family and friends living in or around Manhattan. There was a long period of time in which we lived as New Yawkers for a week in Chelsea every year with our dear pal, Myra. She has since moved on to make a life for herself in her home state of Texas, but lucky for us, my sister and her husband allow us to bunk at their homestead in New Jersey. Their generosity knows no bounds. Thanks, Sis!!
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| fast food cup art display (with cabbies) |
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| mobile public art near union market it's fleeting nature a strangely fitting tribute to andy |
We went to museums, ate at our favorite Afghan hole-in-the-wall restaurant, walked the High Line, met up with my lovely friend, Marcy for dinner and amazing Bloody Marys, shopped, went to a taping of The Daily Show and logged a zillion miles on our pedometers-if we had bothered to buy any. They're kinda dorky anyway. Pedometers, I mean. Like I need help looking more like a dweeb. Next thing you know I'll be wearing baggy sweat pants high up under my miniature boob line and marching through the streets with 3 pound hand weights. No thanks. Besides, without them I can safely exaggerate the millions of miles we trekked without fear of being slapped in the kisser by reality's physical proof busting my hyperbole.
Ha! I win!
Wait... what was I talking about? Oh yeah. New York. Aaaaah, Nueva York. Me gusta mucho. You're so handsome and sultry and irresistible. I declare, you give me the vapors. Please don't cheat on me while I'm away.
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| post-shopping nutella crepe for the win |
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| wha...?? |
The Saks Christmas display across from Rockefeller
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| angel row ...and that chick is flipping me the bird that's the spirit |
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| shimmering tourist haunt |
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| ginormous daunting figures |
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| dorkus and the man |
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| that shit never gets old |
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| bryant park skaters |
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| lovely fountain nestled amongst the vendors at bryant park |
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| again, unseasonably mild enough to toast the season outdoors |
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| pace gallery's playful calder exhibit the only artist I would have loved to meet |
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| have parkinson's, get bacon |
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| glittery store fronts on Fifth |
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| it was a dark and stormy night... |
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| THE DAILY SHOW, BITCHES!! (so worth being soaked with rain from head to toe) |
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| covert shot of The Daily Show set come on. it's The Daily Show. I had to snap one. i'm a rebel, yo. |
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| best. name. ever. |
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| this was tucked in the stairwell of the Montclair museum. it's a jumble of wire. how the hell does this even work?!? also, a floating boobie (heehee) |
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| with Adam from our old neighborhood diner, Moonstruck we've come here for almost 30 years it's good to be a regular |
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| the reclaimed high line rail system now a beautiful elevated walking path from 14th to 30th streets quiet and peaceful, the harsh sounds of the city melt away up here |
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| it's well used even in the winter months |
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| lovely rail imagery throughout surrounding lush plantings |
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| bird house sculptures |
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| colorful foliage still on the bushes in december? |
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| Empire State Building scape |
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| grasses gracefully bending to the winds |
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| one of the thicker sections of vegetation creating a canopy above leftover rails |
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| who isn't charmed by water towers |
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| his momma didn't raise no foo' |
Belated Christmas, Hannukah, Kwanza wishes. May you all have a happy 2012 filled with welcomed surprises.
