You’ve probably missed me this week. For that, I apologize.
I’ve been busy getting together with friends, spending money in places I shouldn’t (Urban Outfitters should rename a wing in their building after me) and testing recipes in my very small kitchen. And going to the gym, although I’ve skipped today because it was too nice outside to spend an hour of it sweating indoors. After going to Columbus Circle to walk around and get some nice clothes for work, I skipped down to Chinatown to get custard buns for Connie as a gift this weekend (we first ate them in London and compare them to ‘angel wings from heaven’). Chinatown is a 180 from my neighborhood. While Greenwich Village is a mix of the bizarre and familiar, Chinatown is a stranger to me. The streets are throttled with activity in a language that I don’t speak, music blares from random openings in walls, and the color red is always in view (a lucky color in Chinese culture). I walked out of the subway to the instant smell of fish on ice in the numerous open markets around Broad Street (and the smell was pretty rank, I won’t lie). I went to King Egg Custard Two and got my egg buns, which I’m trying really hard not to eat before Connie does because they smell pretty amazing.
After my Chinatown adventure, I went to Union Square today and read outside, and it was just beautiful. There was a slightly sharp breeze so even though I had shorts on, I wore a big cardigan to get some warmth while I read my book, Always Looking Up by Michael J. Fox. I recommend it strongly. Fox is a brilliant writer, and it reaffirms my belief that Rush Limbaugh is a blowhard.
AFter that, I went out to dinner with a friend who’s in town. My takeout menu is growing by the day.
That’s pretty much it, but I would like to address the following picture for a moment:
Who is this insane woman, and what is she doing with my father?
It’s actually my mother, but it’s the strangest photo I have ever seen of her. My sister was literally crying with laughter when I showed it to her. We compared her to a serial killer. Absolutely hilarious.
Now, if you want a good photo of her, here’s a little picture from the Auriemma Family Vault. This is my communion. Great of us to make stupid faces in front of Mary and Joseph, right? Don’t get me started on the fashion mess on display in this picture. But, what can you do? We were babies.
More later, when I have more to say…