

So, I’m in NYC. I’m walking around aimlessly looking clueless. My cabby, Google maps and I could not find the Mandarin Hotel (6oth and Columbus not 64th and Columbus). Black and grey everywhere! I know it is February. But, there is no color in NYC. Maybe it’s the Madoff effect. Maybe it’s the TARP effect. Maybe it’s the fashion sheep effect. Maybe it’s the A-Roid effect. It is a sad city.
But, really NYC, somebody please wear red in February. I’m not asking for Hampton’s white. But, how about a little purple? Not just in the village. But, the upper west side can afford for a couple of women to wear pink coats. ROYGBIV me.
I may be a West coast kid now. Not only were there black and grays everywhere. But, everyone is in suits. This city is still business attire. Now, an unshaven west coast kid walking into The Mandarin in jeans, t-shirt, and a gray/blue hoodie sticks out. The doorman points to the “proper dress is required” to me. The bellman refuses to pick up my bag. The head concierge gives me a card for Barney’s. Yet, I’m oblivious.
It gets worse. I get in the lobby to check in. All the black and gray stare at me. A couple of big security guards start maneuvering around the up elevator. The check-in people don’t acknowledge me. I finally swindle my room key and make it upstairs. Before security can get me, I change into my black and gray.
FYI, I went to conference in LA and wore purple and fit right in. Not that there is anything wrong with that.
FYI, 3000 miles to Graceland is a very entertaining airplane movie. Just cover the screen during Courtney Cox-Arquette’s sex scene(s). It is mildly disturbing see Monica screaming in delight without Chandler.
Other movies:
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So, Go Red Sox.
I will leave you with this passing thought.
"I may play ball next season. But, I'm never going to sign your contract!"
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