Hello again world, How have you been?
I am great. I love New York, with a passion.
I feel like it likes me back.
Yesterday while eating at the shake shack with 4 other of the most fabulous women I know, we were trying to find a great table to sit at...during lunch hour, in Madison Square park, in the shade...impossible you say? uh, YEAH. Nevertheless ( I feel biblical when I say that word, like extra fancy) we prevailed, until I figured out why the seat was so available. It all started when I literally carried a table on top of my head over a crowd of peeps to insert myself and friends int he shade, because really the 90 degree weather and intense humidity was just a little too much fun for me. Whilest setting down said table I stepped on something extra soft. Hmmm. Gravel, is what I should be feelign right? ( I thougth to myself)
Yeah, I think thats why I have several tiny rocks rolling around in my cute shoes. So I lifted my foot only to find that I was not somehow stepping on a nice stray patch of grass or, a pretty flower, nope....it was something much better.
A. Dead. Bird.
I imidiatly tasted blood in my mouth, I am not sure why I react this way, I always have, everytime I run over someone elses roadkill by accident on the road, I taste blood in my mouth. Its not really there. Its my intensly overactive imagination, but either way, its there, all coppery and gross.
Dead bird. Dead bird. Dead bird.
I starrted dragging my leg around the ground like a homeboy with a janky leg. This is not uncommon here in New York, but for me, it was very uncoordinated and I was sure that if I looked under my shoe I would see baby bird eyeball stuck to my shoe or something.