Try to make myself okay
On sunny summer days, if I have a choice I try not to go outside until late afternoon, when the sun isn't as intense, but today I had a doctor's appointment in Manhattan at 11 a.m. so I went out into the burning morning, my body and especially my skin protesting it.
While I was trudging the streets and sidewalks melting, I saw some things.
And Bergdorf Goodman isn't the only high-end fashion store on Fifth Avenue doing an outdoors sidewalk cafe, which is weird to me. It's only during the daytime, so I can approach the windows at night.
These tights are so old-school Leg Avenue, though I'm sure these at Saks cost way more. (I wore a lot of Leg Avenue in my gothier days when I dressed up to Go Out on the town at night.)
A fountain at the Stephen A. Schwarzman Building, the famed New York Public Library building on 42nd Street, on the last day of Pride month, 6/30/22.
I haven't used the Times Square-42nd Street subway station in years, so all the new artwork was a surprise. It's still circuitous as hell but there are some prettier things to look at these days. I... don't understand this work though.
I was only at this station today because "due to the pandemic," you can't transfer a balance from one disabled person Metrocard at any station booth like you used to, now there are only three booths in each entire borough that can do that. If you're a disabled person who doesn't naturally go to those stations and wants to transfer needed money off an expiring card, sucks to be you, princess. It's because of the pandemic, okay? Two years in. If you can't do that, snowflake, maybe you can wait for a mobile help van to show up somewhere in your neighborhood for a few hours on a day that gets announced... somewhere. Just read our minds about it or something. Oh, though that van may be canceled day of. I only know all this because I called 311 after the Woodhaven Boulevard station booth clerk told me he couldn't and I should try the Jackson Heights station, one of the three Queens booths, when I tried to get him to transfer my balance. I loved how he made it sound like I was strange and stupid for not knowing that.
I'm glad I got that transfer of $22 done, and I decided to see it as a chance to check out an area of 42nd Street I used to spend a lot of time on when I worked for the WPC helljob in the area. I still can't believe the McDonald's that used to be on that block is gone; many a cold winter day I would huddle for a few minutes under the bright, hot, golden lights of their front, theater-style awning and think this might be what a French fry felt like.
While I was trudging the streets and sidewalks melting, I saw some things.
And Bergdorf Goodman isn't the only high-end fashion store on Fifth Avenue doing an outdoors sidewalk cafe, which is weird to me. It's only during the daytime, so I can approach the windows at night.
These tights are so old-school Leg Avenue, though I'm sure these at Saks cost way more. (I wore a lot of Leg Avenue in my gothier days when I dressed up to Go Out on the town at night.)
A fountain at the Stephen A. Schwarzman Building, the famed New York Public Library building on 42nd Street, on the last day of Pride month, 6/30/22.
I haven't used the Times Square-42nd Street subway station in years, so all the new artwork was a surprise. It's still circuitous as hell but there are some prettier things to look at these days. I... don't understand this work though.
I was only at this station today because "due to the pandemic," you can't transfer a balance from one disabled person Metrocard at any station booth like you used to, now there are only three booths in each entire borough that can do that. If you're a disabled person who doesn't naturally go to those stations and wants to transfer needed money off an expiring card, sucks to be you, princess. It's because of the pandemic, okay? Two years in. If you can't do that, snowflake, maybe you can wait for a mobile help van to show up somewhere in your neighborhood for a few hours on a day that gets announced... somewhere. Just read our minds about it or something. Oh, though that van may be canceled day of. I only know all this because I called 311 after the Woodhaven Boulevard station booth clerk told me he couldn't and I should try the Jackson Heights station, one of the three Queens booths, when I tried to get him to transfer my balance. I loved how he made it sound like I was strange and stupid for not knowing that.
I'm glad I got that transfer of $22 done, and I decided to see it as a chance to check out an area of 42nd Street I used to spend a lot of time on when I worked for the WPC helljob in the area. I still can't believe the McDonald's that used to be on that block is gone; many a cold winter day I would huddle for a few minutes under the bright, hot, golden lights of their front, theater-style awning and think this might be what a French fry felt like.