Summer reading and more

Okay. This could end up being a huge mistake, but I am going to actually request that people comment on this post... but that would require people to read this post. So I guess if no one reads this, then no will know that no one else has posted anyway.

I'm looking for books to read this summer... AND for cool places to go (where I will presumably pretend to read my book but really just people watch). I know there are some cool jazz concerts in Central Park I'd like to check out, but I need some other suggestions (for when this class I'm sitting in is finally over). I've also heard the most fabulous take-out Puerto Rican food is on 15th and 8th (La Taza Deoro) so that is a must. 

Here's my book list so far... don't judge me.

1) Rory and Kim - Skinny Bitch

2) That book Jess keeps on the desk called City Chic

3) Hemingway - The Sun Also Rises

Thoughts?!

This can't be summer.

I'm writing this while sitting in a tiny, stuffy classroom in the Woolworth building on a Saturday morning discussing how to handle a crisis and listening to the sirens outside... where I should be. Is this not enough of a crisis? AND it's not even raining yet... so it's probably my only chance to be in NYC's fresh (maybe not so fresh) air. 

Real summer needs to start soon. That entails... the end of weekend classes, which are basically ruining my life. And sun, warmth, days by the fountain next to my apartment building, bbqs on the island, etc. And running... which I have not done in 6 weeks. I am almost completely de-crippified, but only when I walk. I still need to strengthen my calf and take it from there. 

Once all of these things fall into place, my life will be back on track! Until then, I get to sit in stuffy classrooms daydreaming about running on the West side highway and preparing for a rainy commute back home to the EV.  But I did have a solid evening of sangria and wings (caribbean jerk and spicy honey this time) last night. We did mean to go out afterwards... got dressed, did our makeup and hair, sat down on the couch to chat... and passed out. I guess the 10-hr work days are starting to take their toll! 

Maybe we'll do better tonight? If I ever get out of this classssssssssss

I Vow to Be Monogamous.

I've only been back home in NYC for about a week, but I guarantee I will not cheat on New York ever again... or at least anytime soon. London? Bloody good time. Madrid? Always a fiesta. Ghana? Well... uhh, right. But New York is the only city in the world where there ratio of complete weirdos to regular people on mass transit is 10 to 1. And where every Asian take-out you order is the best take-out you've ever had. And where people come running over screaming in Arabic to help you as you fall out of a cab because you have a broken leg and are not coordinated enough to use crutches (hypothetically speaking, of course...).

So this summer will be a celebration of NY (which has almost nothing to do with a big apple). Recession Thursdays in the financial district with all those in need of a morale boost. Jogs (slow walks) in Central Park from Strawberry Fields to the carousel. People-watching the beautiful families out for a stroll on the West Side Highway. Convincing those guys that always barbecue on the East Side highway near the baseball fields to give you a hot dog. Doing everything in your power to stand next to a D-list celebrity, only to make eye contact and pretend you're too cool to know who they are. Buying second-hand Pier 1 furniture on Craig's List and carrying it back on the subway from Brooklyn. Feeling superior to everyone around you in Times Square even though you should have known better than to go to Times Square. Going to the Opera. Going to the Opera and leaving halfway through to get burritos. And, my personal favorite... finding the best happy hours on the island.

So here is to your New York, which is not my New York... but that's why it's the best city in the world.