Dear friends, we last saw each other as I was being woken up by my hungry stomach that made me fall off a bench in Central Park. Ah, the memories.
Realizing that my stomach’s growling was drowning out the tourist chitchat in Central Park I decided to finally feed it.
I went back to the hotel and called my old New York friends for a lunch date.
No one had time for me.
With friends like these…well, no matter, I decided to brave the lunch all by my lonesome self.
I stepped outside the hotel and for the first time since arriving in New York I noticed something strange. Everyone around me was ridiculously tall. And I do mean the “I’m a model, you know what I mean, And I do my little turn on the Catwalk” type of TALL. Fashion week had hit NYC.
It was either that or New Yorkers had all embraced steroids, or third option – it was the 10 inch heels on their shoes.
Really freaked me out…like vertigo kind of panic
I decided to get food asap. I’ve heard it said that one must feed the body as one must feed the soul. Well, my soul only eats after my body does. They have a system. It works.
And so I fed my belly and feasted my eyes upon Gromit (my share dog) like imitations running round town in imitation leather.
Even dogs had nice shoes in this crazy town. And then I thought ‘Why not me then?’ It didn’t matter that I had no mula. That’s what credit cards are for. In true Scarlet O’Hara fashion, I thought to myself as I made my way to Bergdorf Goodman, ‘I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about it tomorrow.”
It’s five years later now, I’m still not ready to think about it….but my soul has been satisfied.