The snow has remained on the roofs of the brownstones so when I look out it looks like a winter wonderland. Outside it’s virtually all gone.
My sister and brother-in-law went to see Rent at the Loews 68th Street. My bro in law really liked it; my sister didn’t but they both acted as if they found G-d in the movie theater. I was shocked that they don’t have a similiar theater on the Island, but…
Now they understand why sometimes I feel like moving into it.
I saw I Walk the Line last week; thought it was great but can’t really say why now. It pumped me up so much that I resented having to walk a block to buy the soundtrack.
Know that interesting and maybe exciting things have happened to me this past week but am too exhausted to think.
My sister thinks that I’m a suburban matron in a city skin since I get so excited because Bed Bath & Beyond is just a few blocks from the theater. Duh. If Manhattan is going to be chain store city, I’m glad they have good home places. Also it forces the real Manattan stores like Laytners and Cracious Home to have more frequent sales or keep their prices more realistic.
Once bought an wonderful faucet that I can still look at forever from Manhattan Replacement Parts where contractors go. It was $179 there, and I thought that was incredibly expensive. At Gracious Home West, it was $379; same model.
We need regular stores here because so many of us are regular people who don’t want to mortgage our souls for a kitchen faucet. The price is just the beginning. Then you have to pay the handyman, tip the super–don’t know why, it’s just expected, and this is the first full week of Legalized Extortion month or tip the people in your building, manicurist, all the girls at all the doctors and dentists, and pretty much everybody who has ever smiled at you. I always over tip cab drivers and waiters; in December I double the regular tip. Fortunately my hair stylist, Rafe, would be insulted if I tried to tip him. But I have to double tip the girl who washes my hair, and I always give her $20. I pay Rafe for two thirds of my cuts and uh dye jobs because I have a mountain of hair; and feel that business and friendship should never mix.
Tipping is my single biggest holiday expense. It drives me crazy. Have my own system for tipping. Tip the doormen I like more than the super. The New York Times says that if you don’t have the money even a note of appreciation will do. Totally not true.
I’m going to spend most of the month on my book. Looking for an article I once wrote and never sent out on life in New York before discount stores. Sort of shows why I appreciate chain stores so much. Will be blogging as I’m a blogging fool.
Hope to make it to my first Target soon. My niece thinks that I’m deprived; but she also thinks I’m totally Kool. We took a style test: I’m Chanel, and she’s Fendi. As she’s eleven it’s a bit weird to me. On Saturday she wore two Abrecombie & Fitch sweaters, a North Face ski jacket that didn’t cover her tush, and a Coach bag. Despite her penchant for brands, she’s sweet, kind and unspoiled.
I finally gave in and got an IPOD nano; she showed me how to use it. Let me go before this turns into the longest advert for brand names around.