tired.
So I went to the city last night. Just me and Mags. It was pretty cool. Kinda scary. The city has this strange way of making me feel very independent but very small at the same time...
We were walking around Grand Central Station and the subway platforms trying to pretend like we knew where we were going. Then we pulled a J.Lo and got on the 6 train to go to Astor Place, which I guess is the East Village. And that turned into St. Mark's Place, a street full of tattoo and piercing places. Mags got her nose pierced, a cutr little stuf in her right nostril. It took the guy three times to get it through and while she was in the back room enduring all this I was in the front lobby looking at disturbing pictures of Prince Alberts and other grotesque piercings. Ouchies. How would you even sit down?!?
So yes. And then we found this adorable boutique that had ridiculously cheap, but very cute, stuff. I want to go back and stock my closet full of cute skirts that I can wear this fall. I hear fall is absolutely beautiful around here. A real season instead of the fake one that we have back in California... Hmmm.. i cannot wait.
I get sad sometimes still. And then I am happy. And then I realize it's natural to be both, and that this is going to be a trying year, but that when I am forty and look back on it all I will remember is the good stuff...
Bye.. Later.
We were walking around Grand Central Station and the subway platforms trying to pretend like we knew where we were going. Then we pulled a J.Lo and got on the 6 train to go to Astor Place, which I guess is the East Village. And that turned into St. Mark's Place, a street full of tattoo and piercing places. Mags got her nose pierced, a cutr little stuf in her right nostril. It took the guy three times to get it through and while she was in the back room enduring all this I was in the front lobby looking at disturbing pictures of Prince Alberts and other grotesque piercings. Ouchies. How would you even sit down?!?
So yes. And then we found this adorable boutique that had ridiculously cheap, but very cute, stuff. I want to go back and stock my closet full of cute skirts that I can wear this fall. I hear fall is absolutely beautiful around here. A real season instead of the fake one that we have back in California... Hmmm.. i cannot wait.
I get sad sometimes still. And then I am happy. And then I realize it's natural to be both, and that this is going to be a trying year, but that when I am forty and look back on it all I will remember is the good stuff...
Bye.. Later.