Saturday, April 22, 2006

The trouble with Sagittarians

As a 7th grader, living in Manhattan had its ups and downs.. Back then in the '70's, before Giuliani or whichever mayor shipped all the bad elements to the East river, the streets were packed with creepy contruction guys and crude street hooligans, just waiting to prey on innocent girls.. I remember walking down the street one day and a superfly looking dude slithering his arm around my shoulders and saying, 'Yo mama, you lookin' good today'.. I was 13, and not amused.. I removed his arm and said 'I'm NOT your mama', and walked away indignantly.. Nearly 3 decades later (am I THAT old? How did that happen?) my take on NYC is completely different.. I go to the city now to satisfy my wanderlust.. I'm always in the best mood there, the coffee tastes incredible, the pedestrians are fascinating in their ethnicity, the bums are refreshingly candid.. I'm walking down the street, starry-eyed and grinning at how happy I am to be alive and taking in all the excitement that is New York, passing corner stores that carry the freshest floral bouquets from Holland, suave old men walking their jack russells decked out in their little scottish capes.. I'm so content, I almost wish a brick would fall out of a window and kill me, because how can it get any better than this? And I pass a crazy street lady cursing at all the oblivious white people enjoying their mornings.. 'All these FUCKING people!' I pass her, still grinning, because it's kind of hysterical, and then she says about me as I pass 'BITCH!' I'm nearly laughing aloud, because my bluebirds are still dancing around my head in my perfect little world in my perfect little city.

12 comments:

Deb said...

Guillani---he totally ruined The South Street Seaport. All the goodfellas had to behave. THEN----he tells the good ol' hot dog guys to move on with their bad ass carts and find a suburb to sell their dirty water dogs. The nerve!

Tamar? This stroll down NYC, was this after my party last night? Were you that hungover to laugh at a woman calling you a bitch?

Hmm...Does this mean I can blurt out whatever I want to you? *mua ha ha!*

Jon said...

OK Deb, why wasn't I invited to the party.

Tamar, What is wrong with Sagittarians ? I tend to think we're a pretty good bunch. Have a great remainder of your weekend.

TrappedInColorado said...

Welcome back! You have a good style. Wish you'd write more.

Here is a little movie of NYC I just loved. It made me want to go there for a weekend just to visit.. hang out.. do nothing...

http://missbhavens.blogspot.com/2006/04/nyc-tidbits.html

Deb said...

Jon, those woman would have you for dinner! It wasn't safe. Really.

Jon said...

I don't mind being the entre

Tim said...

yeah, blog more!

I've only been to NYC a handful of times and the city is very intimidating to me. Guess it's all in what you're used to.

Ms. Senyak said...

~deb let me tell you, honey.. you would NOT have tolerate that bad element from the '70's! now, I totally support the food vendors though, they gotta git their hsare of the pie.. and no, unless you live on the street and smell like urine, you can't scream profanities at tamar.. ;-)

~jon the trouble with sag's.. we're too naive!!

~trapped, thank-you! I had to forward that blog to my work computer, because my old one wouldn't know what to do with it..

~green I used to be very intimidated of nyc, too.. too big, too much kinetic energy.. but once it's in your blood, nothing else will do..

Tim said...

tamar: I'll take your word for it.

Deb said...

In da' 70's? Tawk to ma'fatha about what Gulliani done to his 'family'. It's a crime...but certainly not organized...~^~cough~^~hack~^~^cough~^~

Jon said...

I am not naive

Jon said...

ok, maybe a little

Ms. Senyak said...

green~ yeah, urban life is not for all..

deb~ You know I love your dad..

jon~ it's good to be naive.. and green..

cat~ I was so hoping you would read this post, I thought of you after I wrote it, 'She would relate to this one'.. Sad, that when we're having our happiest moments we're thinking 'now would be a good time to die, before a bad moment returns'..