You ever have one of those days when you just seem invisible to all of the human race? Well, maybe not all of them, but to the people that inhabit your town or city. Some days you just want to go into a rage and scream “HEY! I’M HERE!!!!”
For the most part I think people are mainly considerate and respectful in their lives and to those around them. As bad a rep New Yorkers get for being gruff and unmannered I usually encounter just the opposite as most have consideration. Yet, there are days like today that makes me want to go all “Hulk Smash” on some specific individuals.
Now that Friday is here after a long work week the weekend is beckoning with evenings of bar hopping and debauchery. The afternoons will be swollen with pubs broadcasting college sports and baseball, while the nights will be overflowing with partiers. Beer will be flowing. Cocktails will be served. Dancing will be had. Debauchery will be on the agenda.
Most of all the BRO’s will be out in full effect! All looking alike as they head out for the evening in their matching clothing choice of BRO-niforms. What? You don’t know this look? You don’t recognize what I am talking about? Well, let me paint a picture for you. Take it from me as I have seen this look over and over and over. I live on the Upper East Side where it’s BRO central. Up and down along 2nd Avenue is a litany of frat bars and sports pubs. It’s the place to go on weekends for the frat boys and sorostitutes who follow them. Let’s break this down, shall we? Continue reading It’s Totally Bro-Tastic!!!→
For those of us who live in the NYC area we have all seen our fine furry friends. Those fanciful creatures that roam our city streets at night. Crawl through our sewers. Rummage through our garbage by the sidewalks. Ride alongside us in the subway tunnels. For better or worse we are stuck with them. They will outlast us and always be here. Yet, I am not speaking of those dirty disease carrying rodents scurrying throughout our city. I am talking about those giant inflatable rats that seem to pop up overnight!
Black Friday. Those two words together just give me the willies. It really makes me shudder in fear. Sorry, but I am not a fan. I’d rather just sit home this morning on my day off with a hot pot of coffee and in front of my computer while reading about all the crazies battling it out in Thunderdome for some cheap gadget, gizmo, or ugly sweaters.
I refuse to shop on Thanksgiving eve or today just to save a few bucks. I’m sorry, but it’s all over-hyped and just crazy.