Category Archives: New York living

Evilly delicious laughs in NYC

21837512I’m a people watcher. I just can’t help myself. When you live in a city populated with around 19,000,000 people there are just so many things they can do that can go hysterically wrong on a daily basis. Hey, I’m not perfect and can be a klutz at times myself. Yet, being the New Yorker that I am, there are moments when I can’t help but snicker at these hapless victims. It is just so evilly delicious when you come upon moments like these that leave an indelible image in your brain for the day. Yeah, I know it’s kind of mean, but I am wired to be a bit warped that way!

Some of my viewing guilty pleasures –

1) Guys in suits picking up piles of dog crap with their hand in a plastic bag. I even snicker more when it’s a hot sticky summer day out!

2) Women who’s ankles look like they are snapping in half because they are walking in super high heels and don’t really know how to walk in them. Snap, crackle, pop!

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Beer, hot mustard, and NYC history.

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I love drinking beer. It’s one of the highlights of my weekends. Well, that and any other day I can imbibe a tasty brew. Who am I kidding? I can drink beer every day if I could but then I would have to face the realization of being a raging alcoholic! Living in NYC there are so many watering holes to get your drink on. Most times I prefer the local spots, beer bars, speakeasies, pubs, and dive bars. Occasionally I will hit up a club but those can get pretty obnoxious and pricey. My favorites though are the golden oldies. Those places that are from an earlier era and a time gone by. I’m a bit of a history buff and what better a combination than having a cold beer in the hallowed halls of one of my favorite bars in NYC – McSorley’s Old Ale House. Continue reading Beer, hot mustard, and NYC history.

Mr Sandman must hate New Yorkers

rod-smart-he-hate-me-nflMr Sandman. He hate me.

I seem to have a love/hate relationship with Mr Sandman lately. I love sleep, but I think he hates me. Recently, I have been trying to go to bed a bit earlier just to get some extra shut eye. Of course, now when I do that I can’t fall alseep right away. Like many of us I have developed a bad habit of watching tv until 2 or 3am and falling asleep on the couch. That’s ok for my fiancee’ Stacey as she claims I snore so loud she is one night going to kill me in my sleep. She goes to bed first and gets to sleep for a few hours before I come in and unleash all Hell upon her with my sounds of sleep ecstasy. I really don’t believe her, as how come I never hear it? I think she is hallucinating. If she reads this post I think she will put a pillow over my snoring face and send me to sleep with the fishes.
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