paste-eaters anonymous

Checking out the lights on Broadway

 

Reflecting at Mount Misery

 

Flatiron

 

24 Hours (not a TV show)

Sunday, Ellie and Friends went to NYC for the accessories show. Just to look, not to sell, so no van involved. It would have been a bonus if we were from one of the towns that had to boil water, but I made do by looking forward to sleeping in air conditioning on a freakishly hot night in early May. 

Of course, New York had other things to worry about. 

It was a nice hotel only blocks away from the show.

The view from our room, 11th and 48th, looking east.

New Jersey! The piers! The city sanitation facility!

It had a nice rooftop lounge, too.

My camera isn't spiffy on the nighttime shots, but it looks kinda arty. That's Times Square.

The view from the room at night. There's a glob of light up there in towards the middle where the temperature displayed read 86 degrees. At around 8:30 p.m. The air conditioning was awesome!

In the room was also a bottle of Poland Springs with a tag on it that read, "Thirsty? Drink me for $7." Why didn't it just say, "How does it feel to be poor,loser?"  

The show itself was not very exciting. It was very hot--not Paris Hilton hot, who has a line of shoes now--but I-don't-want-to-look-at-scarves-and-sweaters-in-this-heat-hot. I don't think they were planning on 90 degree weather. I felt bad for the some of the salespeople. Some of them, like the chick that chased me down the aisle screaming "HAVE YOU SEEN OUR SHAPERS? THEY'RE AWESOME! THEY'RE AWESOME!" deserved her time in garment hell.

I wanted to hit her. But fashion always makes me feel that way, which is why you won't get an in-depth report of what's happening for the season. I guess grommets and chains will be big this fall, along with tattered fabric roses and plaid shirts. And don't sell any clothes you bought during the 80's. 

So we did the shows, stopped at the deli across the street and bought bottled water and headed back home exactly 24 hours from when we arrived. 

   

Mind Your Snowhawk

We braved the winter wonderland (post storm) and drove to IKEA yesterday. In spite of getting home and discovering that one of our purchases had previously been returned and missing necessary hardware, it was a good time. It almost makes me happy that I have to make a return trip.

We also watched the odometer change from 99999 to 100000, a momentous occasion for the old Saturn. To celebrate, we got a cookie at the farm.

One of the hazards of driving Route 128 (and trust me, there are several), is after a snowstorm, some folks will clean off their cars but forget the roof.I find this particularly true on large vehicles. Unfortunately, this left over snow winds up blowing all over the road an into the windshields of following cars. There have been some attempts at legislation regarding this in the land of beans and cod, but as far as I know, nothing's passed yet. It's dangerous, so it's important to spend the extra time to do it right. And, of course, to keep me from being one of those cranky old ladies behind the wheel.