11 December, 2007i love Frank Sinatra; i love that He's from Hoboken and well, but of course! -- i lived in Hoboken (once upon a time). When i hear New York, NY, i feel ROBUST. i had the greatest day today! In New York, NY.
i probably don't really love Frank Sinatra. i just really like the sound of His voice as a nostalgic thing. i love that it represents the Daddy i saw sometimes. i love that the voice is an era, a martini, a Man owning a woman. i like representations and symbols.
i'm a born and bred New Yorker. i don't care what anyone says -- we're the friendliest people in the world. W/we're used to change! Transients. You HAVE to be friendly if you're going to adapt to change all the time. When i see a person contemplating a map, i usually butt in to offer help. i know Manhattan like the back of my hand. i feel completely safe in NY. Dark streets at 3am -- you can't ask for a safer place (depending on the neighborhood). i could take you on a tour of my career and the places i frequented and it would be every bit as interesting as the double decker tour out of Times Square. Wait until you see Kiehls! Arturos! The Old Town! Sam's Umbrellas! Modern Artificial! State Supply Props! Canal Street Plastics! The funky squater loft in Alphabet City that is now worth a cool eight million -- i was there! i was there! See my initials in the cement, my fingerprints on the bedroom wall?
Okay -- when i lived in the city, i eventually couldn't wait to get out. The only thing i didn't like was all the spit and piss everywhere. Who knew? Who knew that now i'd like it so much? (~wink~ and strong need to say "FROM MASTER THAT IS" ). The stench drove me out of the subways and yet now i gravitate to the gutter. Ironic!
Today, i said my New York prayers. They go something like this: "i love NY. The city is my life-line. ONLY in NY! You can get ANYTHING you want in NY. You can FIND anything and everything you want in NY. Maybe someday i should get a studio apartment in the city just so i always have a place in NY? Well, who knows, ya never know. Maybe after the beachfront property in Honduras. Amen."
After a meeting in the city today, i met Master for lunch. Wow, it felt like eternity since last seeing Him eight days ago. Instantly, Master showed me off to His colleagues (as opposed to just having me make the rounds to say hello) and then He closed His office door to bend me over the chair and use my cunt. All i could do when He pulled out was exclaim, "oh Master, this is GREAT! -- Your slave is completely back to normal now!!". my new boobs are still a little tender and the nipples are now more sensitive (ya-hoo! great!), but otherwise, i am SO READY for the poundings as i used to know them pre-boob-job.
Master took me out for sushi and W/we were back where i LOVE to be. Master directed me to drape my leg over His. i usually do this automatically but the sushi bar didn't leave much room what with Master's long legs ... and oh ---------- dreamy sigh -- i just LOVE being near Master. His handsomeness makes His Sadism look weak.
Oh and there is so much more! Silly stuff but the stuff i enjoy when i'm high. You know how it is -- when you're high, everything is so much more ticklish. i'm high in love all the time but sometimes i'm on the wane until its kick-started again.
After saying goodbye to Master, i walked 37th Street to Sixth Avenue. GOD, i LOVE NY! This is the place where everything has its own designated neighborhood. The Armenian rug neighborhood. The Turkish rug neighborhood. The lighting district. The photo district (no more bye bye gone replaced by retail). The garment district ... the flower district (just below the garment district) ... and the accessories district -- trim and beads and buttons 'til your heart's content.
No one knows it but if you walk 37th Street, all the stores say "wholesale only" and you think to just mosey by (even though you saw a fabulous hobble skirt in the window that you HAD TO HAVE) BUT some places will sell individual pieces. i found a sample sale!! i am ecstatic!! $5 tops, $5 sundresses ... AND can i tell you that they are to-die-for SEXY and SKIN-TIGHT?! These places sell to Bloomies and God knows what high-end boutique in Soho ... and then again, they only buy select lots. i got stuff i've never seen before! Wow, i'm going to be SO decked out!
There were a few Christmas shopping stops, too (lest we not forget the PURPOSE of my shopping spree) ... like for my cat and well, i skipped the new cat collar because that cost more than three of the previously mentioned sundresses. i couldn't justify it.
i did find two vests that are not down vests but, hey, they're a layer and they're a great gift for some paintball people i know and well too, $5 each! Even if i didn't have recipients in mind, i'd find some! Made in Myanmar (formerly? come on ... take a guess ... you got it! Burma) and dropped from the last truck that someone unloaded. Only in NY! Gosh it reminds me of that leather tie Christmas. How embarrassing in retrospect. Leather ties were sold on every street corner during the 80s new wave craze and well, guess what everyone got for Christmas that year? Yep -- even Grandpa.
Eventually i made my way to Bryant Park. THIS is Christmas to me. They now have an ice-skating rink and all sorts of little tents and huts set up for holiday shopping. Crafts and boutique items and a FABULOUS tobacco sweater dress that would hug Salma Hayek (and now me!) just right. There are cafe tables scattered all over the place and that too makes me feel romantic.
Even Grand Central makes me happy. i love the space. i love that Michael Jordan's has become a fixture there -- it speaks to exactly what i love about NY. PURE TALENT acting upon SUPREME FINDS. i've only eaten there once with Master but to sit in that space with mega-high ceilings and gaze out over a most remarkable landmark while being squashed by about eight hundred thousand tons of AIR (ha ha) above your head, is reason enough to try beefsteak tomatoes at $24 a pop.
If you visit NY, visit Grand Central. At rush hour. You'll understand. Even chaos feels tranquil.
Normally rush hour agitates me. Today it didn't. i got two brownie/cheesecakes from Juniors to go (Juniors! Oh i love NY!) ... grabbed another water from the cocktail & beer-to-go vendor at the entrance to the tracks and made my way to the train. Its a pretty neat thing to take in the thoughtfulness of these vendors. They're so considerate! i mean, really -- they have the cocktails for the traders coming home from Wall Street ... they have flowers dirt cheap for the husbands coming home late again and forgetting the milk three nights in a row. And its just really a very human, very real type of relating that goes on. i love these people! They're efficient and they act before you ask. New Yorkers are intuitive.
Wow -- what a really great day! i'm exhausted. i think its from all that talking i did with Master. He wears me out (whether from f-ing my brains out or taking me down or listening to me talk a blue streak). Oh --------------- ! Darn! i forgot to mention the Capezio shop ... and the travel book store that hasn't been the famous travel book store in five years now contrary to my asking the Man at the desk if the shop had decided to now make it a travel & used book store. Wow -- they had a rare Madeline book for $385! Must be pretty rare.
Oh and the geode store!!!!!!!!!!!!! The gems and rocks and minerals and nautiluses and fossils and ----------------- ... gee, those would make good gifts. Gosh you could get me anything in NY and i'd love it for a gift. Even that studio apartment -- that would be a great gift. ~wink~
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