Christmas time in NYC is daunting. The weather has become cold fairly early, so everyone walks around slowly rustling under layers of down and wool. Dirty ice scabs the sidewalks and roads. Salvation Army workers ring bells. This sound mingles with sirens, horns, Christmas Muzak emanating from stores, children throwing tantrums, and street vendors’ yells to create the most cacophonous Christmas carol.
After Saturday school, Bobby and I headed downtown to finish Christmas shopping. I can resist everything, but temptation, so Bobby easily convinced me that we should ride to Spring Street and go to Lombardi’s. The place was packed with tourist parties of five and seven. How can that many people afford to eat at Lombardi’s? In a most surprising turn of events, Bobby and I left the best pizza place in America to pursue quicker eats. We went to Union Square and settled for McDonald’s. Tragic, I know.
After seemingly endless days of shopping, I’m still not satisfied with my purchases. I have three more small shopping goals before I bury my head in the snow and start Scrooging it. I enjoy the chance to be generous, but I just can’t wait for the capitalist binge that is “Jesus’ birthday” to be over. I’m tired of braving the crowds. Jesus Christ, blow out your candles.
Yawn. I’m going to bed around 9:00 tonight. I don’t care how that saying goes - this city needs its sleep, too.
Brunch at Noon!
Shopping until 4(THEN WE ARE DONE!)
SJP at the 5/6PM Show
Sounds like the PERFECT DAY!
See ya tomorrow!