New York would be the most soul-crushing place to be a child around Christmas. You might think I'm crazy for saying this because of the EXTREME amount of Christmas cheer the city of New York displays. You would be right about that. But I'm going to relate a story that proves my point.
Last night, I headed out to Brooklyn to hang out with my friend Lacey. To get there, I have to walk 2 blocks south from my apartment, get on the A train and then walk another 2 blocks to her apartment in Brooklyn.
During this short time out in the world, I saw 4, yes 4, Santa Clauses. The first one was walking down the street with his beard hanging around his chin, cursing at someone on his cell phone. The next 2 were on the subway platform. One was showing a whole lot of butt crack and the other was attempting to hit on 2 women standing near him. The 4th was wrapped in twinkling lights and passed out on another subway platform I passed while inside the A train.
This was equal parts hilarious and sad. There was a little girl sitting near me and I wanted to cover her eyes. But in all honesty, she didn't really seem to care. New York kids are more cool than me.
Oh, well. Back to Missouri in a few days where you never see drunken, homeless Santas. Bittersweet.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
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i thought (after reading the first paragraph of your 'i hate guessing games' blog to my mom) that you could never make me happier.
and then you told me about the news.
about your bun in the oven.
ok. not that news. but the other news. you know what i am talking about.
oh. i love you.
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