So yesterday was 70 degrees in New York City – sunny, clear, and mild, the first lovely weather I’ve seen in months. Obviously the perfect day to prance around in a new dress. I dug through my suitcases, pulled out my recent Grafton Street purchase, and paired it with a nice slick of red lipstick. QUITE SUMMERY, if I do say so myself.
I went to Washington Square Park and watched the jugglers, the dogs, and the spray of fountain water arching towards the clouds.
I bought a new digital camera from B&H – God, I missed the US dollar.
I met the gorgeously pregnant Koko for lunch and Erma for dessert + dinner – dessert first, because Doughnut Plant closes at 6:30. Overall, a long, lovely day to chill me out before heading to Ohio today for Alexandra’s wedding.
And then I got back to Diego’s apartment.
“Hi, Diego,” I said.
“Hi, sis,” he said, his mouth curved in a malicious smile as he regarded my lovely new dress.
Some selections from his monologue:
“Did the tourists enjoy the Norwegian display?”
“Did Lucy and Ethel f*ck up the chocolates again?”
“Where’s your hair net?”
“Ring ring – Disney called. They want their It’s a Small World dress back.”
Yep. It’s good to be home.