Nine o'clock on a balmy night brings all the couples out in Union Square. Couples and skateboarders.
I can't figure out which bothers me more.
The skateboarders need to be dodged. They don't really view the sidewalk as a place to walk...it is their personal skateboard track. You are a moving obstacle in a deadly game of chicken. And you'd better chicken out first.
The couples need to be dodged as well. Because they walk slowly, holding hands and full of lingers. Lingering touches, lingering looks...lingering neck sucking. Seriously, I don't mind PDAs to a certain extent. Hold hands, kiss romantically under a streetlight, whatever. But why in the world would you suck on your boyfriend's neck, in public, while surrounded by people who are waiting to cross the street? Why? One: ew. Two: don't you know his neck is covered in NYC street grime? Ew.
I encountered these nine o'clock obstacles on the way to Barnes and Noble after class tonight. I didn't go out drinking in the Village with my classmates because I am sick, stressed, and tired. But I stopped at the bookstore to buy a light book to read in between bouts of paper writing, to keep myself sane. This effort will probably fail. I can already feel insanity setting in.
On the way out, I saw the New Yorker and laughed, because I remember how, when I first moved to the city, I resolved to read it every week, for fun, and to keep up on life in the city. Now the only things I read for fun are blogs and emails, and I never really interact with the city.
I also bought another bridesmaid book at Barnes and Noble. That brings the total up to two. I am not allowed to buy any more. But a girl needs a little instruction on how to be maid of honor in a beautiful, southern wedding.
Fun fact gleaned from my new bridesmaid book: It is considered good luck to have bridesmaids that are shorter than you. This makes me lucky for my bride. It also means that the only bridesmaids I can have, if I want luck, are my sisters and my army of friendly midgets.
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Dear Courtney, New York called. It said its kind of embarrassed re: that whole "30 Rock" fiasco. But it's willing to give you a second chance. Because you too hate people who are couple-y and happy. And that is the true sign of a New Yorker.
Also, Saaah-weet!! I get to be a bridesmaid!
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