I call it “Frosting Poetic in Inwood.” The cupcakes are delicious. Thanks, Bobby, for letting me lick the big bowl!
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Cupcakes are my anti-drug
Keeping it short
I can’t think of anything interesting to write in here.
I am currently reading the much-banned book The Price of Salt, which was Nabokov’s inspiration for Lolita. I finished Janice Dickinson’s second memoir Everything About Me Is Fake…And I’m Perfect last night. Janice Dickinson amuses me the same way Mae West, Loretta Lynn, Zelda Fitzgerald, and Shirley Maclaine amuse me. Would I totally trust them? No. Are they totally admirable? Not always. Would I invite them to dinner and be a good friend to any of them? Yes! Everything About Me… mostly comes across as text diarrhea. Dickinson likes to set each chapter up with some namedropping and one-liners, promising some important revelations…and then the chapter is over. Finished. Her work is unfocused and poorly edited. However, I learned she washes her face in plain nonfat yogurt. And Sylvester Stallone paid for one of her breast augmentations. Clearly, I’ve taken something from the book.
Does not include pictures of Jerry and George holding menus
Bobby has shared some pictures from his cell phone and I feel obligated to post these, especially because I never took lots of pictures of the big ole city of New York the way a good Southern girl would do. I actually didn’t even bring a camera with me, because I wanted to pack more clothes. Sigh. Priorities…
Super job
Robert Fulghum wrote that you know you’re a grownup when you bury your dead pets and pull out food particles from the sink drain with your bare hands (bare hands!). He’s right about the burials, I think. I have yet to bury a dead pet, though I have flushed some fish.
Palling around
“Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away…”
They were. Bobby, my teacher friend from I.S. 666 has been suggesting we hang out since school started. It hadn’t happened until yesterday, though. One weekend he went to Florida. Other weekends I spent alone, recovering from a week of school. Yesterday, we finally met up on the Upper West Side, ate at Koronet, and ventured downtown. Bobby jokes that the farthest downtown he goes is our West Harlem school, because he lives all the way uptown in Inwood. He could gallop to the Bronx in mere minutes…if he ever wanted to. (I’m kind of an NYC geography snob. The Bronx and Queens have nothing going for them, as far as I’m concerned. Oh wait, the Bronx has a Target. That’s it).
Kid-tested, mother-approved
I could and should write all about the fun day I had, but I’m sleepy and have a book to read. Also, tonight is apparently the season premiere of Saturday Night Live.
Side projects
This morning I woke up with a purpose. Of course, I suppose I always wake with a purpose. I have fifty-two kids to deal with every weekday, but they tend to disgust me so much that I really consider staying in bed. (I should give them credit, though, they’ve been pretty good the last two days. I’m especially referring to my homeroom/ELA/SS class).
First good day in NYC
Today has been a good day. I returned to CompUSA yet again to return the range expander I bought yesterday. Once I rode the escalator upstairs, I saw a Chinese woman arguing with a surly worker behind the counter. I was rooting for the customer, because the worker was popping her gum and swiveling her over-hairsprayed ponytail to punctuate her screams. (Very New Jersey, I think). I asked another customer in line if this was the returns counter. He laughed, nodded in the direction of the argument, and said, “You’d think so. Look at this!” It actually wasn’t the right place. Fortunately, I returned my range expander with no problem. I was far away from Miss New Jersey.
