more like a blog, less like a banana
Exciting things have happened lately. For example, yesterday, the Day when We Take Our Souls to be Dry Cleaned And Have to Stand around and Wait til They’re Done, Mr. Ben and I atoned and then went for a long, lovely walk by the water on the Upper East Side. In case you’re not down on your Manhattan geography, that’s where the beautiful go to procreate. After some sunbathing on a bench watching the stroller parade, we took a brief tour of the Gracie Mansion area and the neighborhood in general before Ben stopped short and said, “My coat!”
His beautiful black leather coat that he found in a thrift store in Carreboro, NC! The one that makes him look just a little like James Dean. (Or Jason Priestly. Carpe Diem – he looked hot in it!) Apparently it had gone the way of so many items of clothing he’s had over the years that I admired, that he can’t remember not to lose.
But maybe not. I remembered that he had last been wearing it on the bench 15 blocks and an hour back. “This is the Upper East Side!” I reasoned. “These people wouldn’t be caught dead stealing your second-hand coat. Unless it was Prada.” We wound our way back, found the exact bench we’d been warming, and sure enough, slumped over the banister, there it lay, as though drunk! Best ever.
That could have been enough suspense and drama for one weekend. But no! I also bought my very first pair of Fluevogs, the shoe brand I’ve been eyeing for a YEAR, because getting all my hair cut off made me giddy. That’s right: I have only an inch or two left, and the resulting bobbish cut has been called Cute, Dykey, and Sporty (which is just another way of saying dykey, except when referring to the _____ Spice). I, when taken together with the hair cut, have been called an Ingenue, told that i Sparkle and seem to have Grown Wings.
My favorite exchange so far goes like this.
Me: “I kind of look like Sigourney Weaver!”
My friend: “Yeah! Except she was really tall. And really thin.”