what makes a new yorker?
left at nine in the morning to catch my train to manhattan. sundays mean st. patrick's mass plus a trip to the rock to see ol' friends.
st. patrick's is full of course. once you get inside, the hall is packed of people taking pictures of the towering columns of the church, the saints standing perfectly still, and of the colored glass of the windows. all this while the mass is being held. damn tourists.
went to the met store for a few minutes with ex-co-workers. plans for dinner this thursday is being made. connolly's sound good. maybe bbq's. heather is adamant with connolly's though, an irish pub and resto that doesn't card customers. i would like to suggest mcfadden's at second avenue but we might get kicked out from the place, we tend to be loud. there was also talks of orlando bloom in 30 rock the other night when i visited before going to the meatpacking district. heather was devastated not to see the guy.
was about to go home when i decided to walk uptown. saw a different side of central park i've never seen before. went to bethesda terrace of course, to see my raphael. she looks better with water spewing beneath her feet.
walked along fifth to catch the train going back home when i saw a book stand that sells cheap books. for a lil over six bucks, got me two classics: dostoyesky's the idiot
and shakespeare's the taming of the shrew
was gonna stay in central park to read but all lawns were crowded. took the subway to bryant park instead and decided to read in the lawn, under the summer sun.
among high rise buildings and the noisy chit chat of new yorkers, i wondered what makes a new yorker? am i one? i dunno, but this sure feels like home.