two minutes in new york

new york moment number one: 1:30 pm. second avenue deli. waitress named diane. black hair. sixty if she was a day. the master of dinerspeak. cheese blintzes. a turkey sandwich larger than my head. "you're the richer, i'm the pourer." potato soup and pierogis. pictures of jerry seinfeld and dustin hoffman.

so fucking new york i could cry. and i loved every second of it.

new york moment number two: 12:30 am. W train back to the hood. i'm getting chatted up by a kid with an apple powerbook, and the conversation turned to christina aguilera (as conversations do).

me: aaaaah! she's narsty! i mean, one hell of a singer, great voice, but of the uber-skank! gross!

...two stops later...

guy who had been sitting across from me: you know, christina aguilera is my cousin. and i don't think she's gross.

me: she's got one hell of a set of pipes.

him: thanks.

right?

i am going to go look at pretty pink coats now.

kisses!