So, how did this actually happen? I’m far from being a writer, and would not even attempt to place that label on myself. At times I find it hard to put together proper sentence structure. Heck, I can barely speak English. More like a babbling idiot that somehow scribbles his thoughts onto paper. There is no possible way that this barely brain functioning individual could have written 300 posts already. Yup, 300 blog posts. I don’t even believe it. Maybe it’s a testament to my dogged persistence which thinks I can actually write. What’s even more amazing is that there are people out there who really read my sometimes indecipherable ramblings. Boy, are you all gluttons for punishment! You could be reading a novel by a professional writer, or a well known news website, or even a newspaper. Why would you read my blog when Judge Judy is on, or the bat shit crazy “Housewives of Whatever City” can be your guilty pleasure? Now, don’t get me wrong as I’m very appreciative to anyone who follows this blog and my weekly demented meanderings. I just hope that one day you all don’t see through my charade!
I guess living in NYC, the center of the universe so to speak, does offer plentiful blog fodder. As you have seen here over these 300 or so postings is that I do love to eat and drink. I mean, I really, really, love to eat and drink. A lot. Sometimes way too much. I think I might have a bit of a problem, but it can be a curse living here in a city that offers every kind of cuisine on Earth. Oh, don’t skip over the fact that most every place delivers. I love my Seamless account in a very unhealthy manner. I have it bookmarked on every computer I own and on my phone. I named it too. I call her Dixie. Dixie Normous. Yes, I need help. Also, now that a boatload of craft beer and cocktail bars have opened up in my hood I’ll never go thirsty or lack for a libation, or ten. My drunken escapades do tend to end up here at times for your reading pleasure. Good thing I have a gym membership and use it or I would be large enough to be Fat Bastard’s stunt double in the next Austin Powers movie.
This is a city of eight million people and at times every one of them gets on my nerves. Hence, the numerous ranting and ravings posts you see here where I go off and lose my mind. It’s actually pretty easy to get ticked off living in NYC. Even though it’s a great place to live in which to experience so much culture and life events, at times all it takes is one moron to make me want to strangle someone. You know that old saying which proclaims we are surrounded by idiots? Take a walk around NYC one day. Travel during rush hour on a crowded subway in the morning. Shop at Macy’s during the holidays. Dare yourself to navigate the sidewalks in Times Square surrounded by tourists. Well, actually, no real New Yorker goes to Time Square. Oh hell no. That being said, it’s pretty easy to go a little nutty here. Sure, most people are good and well meaning. It’s the inconsiderate douchenozzles that make me want to scream at the top of my lungs. Also, where did all of these Paul Bunyon looking bearded flannel shirt wearing hipsters come from? Ugh – here goes another rant but that is for another time. More future blog fodder.
All in all, it’s been a fun ride on the way to post #300. I thank all of you following this blog and for reading it. Your support is invaluable and I am totally grateful that you take the time out of your busy days to peruse my offerings here and comment on them. No matter how off center some of my postings might be. Or extremely warped! I know many of you have blogs of your own to write, jobs to do, and family lives that take up your time. I also want to give a shout out to the PR agencies, companies, event planners, and charities that continue to reach out to me. Thanks for the support and consideration. There’s a lot to write about living here in NYC. This town offers a lot of material, and as the city that never sleeps there is always a blog post idea just around the next corner.
Onwards to the next 300!