Thursday, December 31, 2009
Police let us into a great cage....that is....the one right next to our hotel.
We can see the ball. People singing and laughing. A few scattered umbrellas. The people next to us have been in the cage for about an hour and look really cold....but most folks look like snowmen....all bundled up.
We r plastered next to a window and out of a cage for now.
Everyone starts hooting and hollering in a mile long wave! It's stupid but cool.
People are starting to practice kiss.
The crowds are incredible! It's pretty warm out and the snow melted.
The police cage you up in half block sections....Once you are inside
you can't get in or out. The crowds are caged up right now up to 47th
street ...(the ball drops on 42nd)....we are back in the hotel and
watching the streets. As the crowds get closer ...we will head out.
Ton's of police....they seem rather used to it all...they are all wearing multiple guns and it looks like each of them has a stun gun....my hub wondered how they keep they're pants up....with all that weighty equipment hanging from their belt.
People are already lining up in the square. Phooey not me ... We just
had a wonderful early dinner with an excellent syrah at Trattoria
dell'arte...one of my favorite places. My hub noticed I was sitting right in front of a naked man's butt....lol.....lucky me to pick such a spot...lol
With a belly full of pasta and wine....I'm a happy camper. People are
tootings horns already and lots o'folks are laughing and smiling.
We're watching the crowd because we are aiming to see the ball drop from
51st street. The hotel doorman says we must check hourly to see how
fast the street is filling up.
So far we're good to roam yet.
The snow stopped and it's warmed up. Despite the buildup of police
and folks.....I'm happy to be here .
Was grumpy this morning, not because of the weather, but for some reason was still miffed about our dining experience last night.
Went to a restuarant called Milo's recommended by a friend. He said it was casual but it was dressy casual and we were undressed. The waiter apparently thought he would punish us for the slight and in comparison to the next table our service was crappy....yet we were
paying the same $$$$.
My blood starting to boil especially when we sat there and he ignored us. It was one if the few times I told hub to cut the tip....finally free from the place....I was immediately almost knocked over by one of these bitch women in a long fur cost.
Ever since we arrived here...I've been pushed aside by women wearing long fur coats......what?...is there a rule here that says if u want to be a pushy bitch your uniform du jour is a long mink?
So when this one pushed me last night I spun around and was ready to have an altercation... Just then my hub rubbed my arm and calmed me down. So I behaved.....but I did let hub know what I intended to say....he rolled his eyes and I felt better.
Oh and just so u would know....the B- woman was wearing a grade of mink equivalent to squirrel..... Lol.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Every hour more and more people are congregating and buzzing around.
The sidewalks are full and don't even think of eating anywhere close to the Square unless you're very patient and prepared to wait a long time.
Our solution to the building hive was to catch a subway down to Soho.
What a fun hip eclectic place and the crowds were mild. In no time ...we had found not only a great a pizza place but lots of stores to duck into....from hat shops to bone shops to art shops. I
bought my Obligatory New Years eve sunglasses and if course my fuzzzy boa.
We decided to take in some history and toured an old synagogue on the lower east side. To get there, we walked through some real untouristy streets in Chinatown....small shops ...lots of local shoppers and goods on the street...a bit tough and a litte seedy but cool.
Back to the hotel to rest. Helicoptors buzzing around....police sirens blazing here and there....and the hotel left Eve instructions which tells us not to break open our windows and sit on the ledge. Okay I never thought of sitting on a 2 inch ledge!!
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
lovely. Everything worked....I got my tickets from the kiosk.... We
found the right gate and I had purchased a business class ticket so we
were In a spacious car with lots o' leg room. I curled up in my seat
and pulled out a pleasant fiction book. The three hour ride zipped by.
If I was cozy and sleepy ...trust me 4 seconds in the NYC outdoors was
like a hard slap in the face. Holy Shit. ..... It's cold !!! 20
degrees plus a stiff windchill.
But despite the weather, our luck held out. Our room was ready before
check in time.... And we have a corner room with two sets of windows
and a 16th floor view of BroAdway.
Not that's just too cool because I live to leave the drapes open and
use the city lights as night lights.
The bright strobe light starting flashing in our room and the fire
Let's go hon .....I actually thought my hub my sleep through this.
I put my long coat on.... Grabbed my purse and phone....my wild
Hawaiian leggings sticking out.
Opened the door and saw other confused folks. Shit we were on the
top floor of the hotel.
The lights were on so it was easy to find the stairs. There were lots
of foreign visitors and it was obvious one family didn't know what to
Come come. I waves to them and they followed
Half way down they announced an all clear. We turned around and
climbed up 4 flights of stairs. We took along folks who looked
confused v y the message.
So at 230am.....with heart hammering ......I got back in bed.
Fat chance I could fall back asleep.
The alarm sounded a few hours later and I just pulled on clothes and
headed out with hub to catch a train to Nyc.
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Monday, December 28, 2009
Tonight....a splurge....a wonderful dinner in the hotel.
Champagne....wine....and pure joy.....conversations to ease drop on!
The table next to us....old blue bloods....and a source of two hours worth of entertainment ....all Georgetown graduates....in their late 70's.....they sold their house in the Hamptons (and made a killing).....their son in his penthouse apartment in Trebeca is having a decorator "freshen" the place......oh that quick jaunt to Switzerland was so lovely this fall....and how tragic some of their friends are winding down in the party circuit...can you imagine....Doris has to schedule her fetes around her kidney dialysis appointments...Mon Dieu!
The couple to the left of us were French and stoic.....and a very spoiled little girl and her father.....two tables away..... made quite a scene because the girl demanded toast....not bread from the basket in front of her...but toast....and daddy decided to make a quite a scene because somehow the hotel had not anticipated his little darling's need for toast at 8 pm. So they made some toast and when the waiter brought the cherry-flavored sprite...she changed her mind and wanted apple juice.
Towards the end of our meal....the gentleman starting playing the piano softly.....and I was grateful....for a full and happy tummy.....a hot flush from excellent wine and champagne and the wonderful chef who sent a delicate plate of fine chocolates out as a apres dessert.
Tomorrow morning .....bright and early......down to Union Station to catch a train for NYC.
When I was in Africa a few years ago.....in the middle of Niger in a place where there are only a few outcroppings of rock in a sea of desert.....we came upon the largest rock art carving in the world...the giraffes of Niger. They were beautiful but made you feel unsettled.....because the artists carved what they knew and lived with...meaning these creatures had walked here....when the desert was a savannah....lush with some trees and grass. How surreal to stand in a desolate section of the desert and see the remnants of a lush land that vanished.
People fear for the giraffes of Niger...they fear vandalism....theft....political destruction....so the National Geographic ordered three exact casts made of the rock art to preserve them. They keep one of the cast in their outdoor garden.
At first I couldn't find them....but then just when I was about to return to the indoor museum....I saw them. Tooo far away to touch....the replicas seem ghostly compared to the real rock of the desert.....but they were here....a bit of Africa and a bit of my history.....in a windy cold courtyard in Washington D.C
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Puzzling and sad. How could this have happened? Perhaps greed.
Every victim was stripped of everything and that was sold or taken by
others. Even the hair that was shaved from their heads was sold by
bales to stuff pillows and mattresses . An excellent lunch at the
American Indian museum then hub and I parted ways to wander. Maybe I
took some interesting pics guess i'll know when I get home. Ouch ouch
my poor legs hurt from 8 hours of walking. Think I'll read a book
and soak in the tub and eat the little chocolates they left on my
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Obamas left a note on the gate saying they are sorry to have missed
us . All the snow melted in last night's rain. Yippee. No ice or
snow to navigate.
Can't wait to start being a tourist in the morning.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Joy and Excitement....wow...I'm heading out to New York and Times Square for New Year's Eve and places beyond.
To get in the spirit....Let it rip Frank!
Hey and isn't this apropos:
Start spreadin' the news,
I'm leavin' today (actually tomorrow)
I want to be a part of it,
New York, New York
These vagabond shoes are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it
I wanna wake up in a city that doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap
These little town blues are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it, in old New York
If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you , New York, New York !!!!!!!
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
A story is stuck on my mother's chandelier.
She purchased the glittery crystal when I was in college. She flipped the inaugural switch during a Xmas party. The family oooohed and ahhhed to see the light dance through hundreds of pieces of cut glass. I remember the ohhs and ahhs...but I also remember the sharp pain in my heart that evening.
My mother loved to shop at Marshall Fields during the holidays. The venerable Marshall Fields was an icon of sophistication and wealth in downtown Chicago. Tasteful wreaths and decorated Christmas trees filled every niche of the store. As you walked down the aisles, the delicate yet earthy smell of new leather gloves and wallets mixed with woodsy perfumes stacked on the glass counters. My mother looked like she was born to stroll in this store....always wearing a tailored suit with high heels...her soft brown beaver jacket nonchalantly draped over her hand. Her purse always matched her shoes.
As a child, I was dressed like a princess when I went shopping with her. I wore dresses with bow tie backs and white lacy ankles which showed off my black patent leather shoes. I can still remember the sound of my little heels clicking on the marble floors. Sometimes when she stalled at a counter, I would rub my heel onto the floor etching a temporary letter or black mark on the smooth surface. She never scolded me for elfish behavior....since that would draw attention to the fact that I wasn't perfect.
The year the chandelier arrived I was a sophomore in college. My mother insisted we go shopping downtown. Like other twenty year old college girls at the time, I wore flannel shirts with jeans and scruffy shoes. A big sweatshirt substituted for a coat or jacket. A purse was lame so I stuffed my pant pockets with the few essentials I needed.
I didn't dress this way to inflame my mother....flannels and jeans were simply the uniform of the times. When I slid into the passenger seat of the car, my mother looked at me and hissed. In every stage of my life, my mother was dissatisfied with me. I knew my casual outfit was not the correct visual counterpoint she wanted to her expensive classic suit but I really didn't own anything she would consider acceptable.
We rode in silence to Fields and parked the car in the dimly lit garage she favored. As we headed into the store, I saw her brace her shoulders as if to prepare herself for the disapproving looks of her well-dressed sisters when they spotted me next to her. She would not be pitied.
I strolled behind her and watched her shop....buying nylons for herself....checking out new handbags and then, as usual, she would spy the stand with the heavy duty string handled Marshall Field's shopping bags. She would insert two pennies into the metal coin box which requested 25 cents per bag and take three bags........two for purchases and one "just in case" which she folded and stored in one of the bags.
She loved Estee Lauder colognes and powders and I could sense her excitement as we reached the cosmetic counters. She dabbed samples on her wrist and questioned the saleslady about face creams. Finally, she looked over at me.
"Why don't you pick out some lipstick."
I smiled and shrugged, " I don't wear lipstick."
"Then pick out some nail polish." I pulled my hands out from the pockets of my puffy down vest and showed them to her. "I don't wear nail polish."
She turned and faced me.
Her anger radiated through her suit.
"No man is ever going to love you or want to marry you."
She wagged her finger at me.
"You're just plain."
The clerks, the customers, everyone turned around and stared at me. My mother turned back to the counter.
I had this surreal feeling.... like a brilliant white spotlight was shining down on me. A part of me wanted to address the crowd....as if I was a actress explaining the character she was locked into..... "Look everyone....here I am....the plain girl.....the unlovable young woman but underneath I'm wonderful.... interesting ...full of potential"......but nothing came out of my mouth.....and everyone returned to their business. The light faded and I pretended to be drawn to some amazing potion on the next counter.
I don't remember the rest of the afternoon. I don't remember if we talked or when we got home or what I did. I do remember sitting under the glittery chandelier eating dinner and wondering if my mother had cursed me. Would I, the plain woman, ever love or marry?
But I was not cursed.
I brought to her home a man or two....eventually a husband.....and then children.
But even with a ring on my finger and grandchildren running in her house, she would take me into the dining room and point to the shimmering crystal fixture. "When I die, I want you to take this chandelier and put it in your dining room." Some years I'd chuckle ...other years I'd hurt inside....my mother still thought I was plain.
So when she died, I took the chandelier down and wrapped it in a soft Alpaca fur rug she had and tied it together with a sturdy rope. I put the fixture behind my living room couch for six months. I didn't think much about it....occasionally I cringed when I thought of the ornate gold fixture mixing with my eclectic dining room....but I felt compelled to grant her this wish.
Two weeks ago, I announced to my hub it was time.
I cleared the dining room of the boxes and placed the furry bundle on the dining room table. Of course, the fixture proved to be difficult....misaligned...not fitting the brace....and each time I held the light up for my husband to make an adjustment, crystals would rain down on my head.
Finally it was up.....I flipped the switch for a few seconds to see if the lights worked then flipped the switch off. A few days later, when the house was empty, I set up shop on my dining room table. I switched out the light bulbs to bulbs with less watts. I wiped off smudges on hundreds of crystals and methodically rehung them. I bought silk lamp shades to soften the stark candelabra.
When I finished working on the fixture, I turned it on for a few minutes and studied it.
I felt nothing.
Each evening before I went to bed, I would go into the dining room and flip the lights on.
I learned the exact position on the dimmer where the crystals turned to fiery prisms.
Still I had no opinion till last night. I stood in my jammies in the dining room and slid the dimmer to it's prism moment and smiled.
It was beautiful. Stunning. Odd. Incongruent with the rest of the decor and I loved it..... because deep in my soul...I knew I didn't need it. There was no plain jane to conquer, no glitter deficeit.
There is love based on need and there is loved based on choice.
It was my choice to love this sparkly funky fixture. It is pretty and that's all there is to it.
And I forgive my mother....for the insecurities she wanted to instill in me....and the hopes she harbored for a different type of daughter.
It is my mother's chandelier....but it is my house.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
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Sunday, December 06, 2009
According to Lawton, Woods is quite the lover. He is "very well endowed" and "knows his way around the bedroom.
On a scale of ten I would give him 12," she tells News of the World. Lawton's sister, Lynn, adds that Mindy described their sex as "extremely good."
Woods was fond of sleeping with her in numerous locations -- from parking lots to the shower to the garage.
Friday, December 04, 2009
In this clip....you get two scenarios.....the first one where he has an accident and his wife comes over to help and the second...where he's escaping from a angry blond with a golf club.
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Live in the South.