'Many Shuvs and Zuuls knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of the Slor that day, I can tell you!'

When I see horse-drawn carriages in New York, something in me makes me want to run up to the horses and tell them that the end of their enslavement draws near. There is no Sarah - only Zuul.

(Yes, I am doing that thing again where everything I see in New York City reminds me of some movie.)

When I came to work this morning, there was a gaggle of Franciscan friars waiting to go through security at the same time I was. Only one of them had on monk-style robes - the rest were in jeans and sweatshirts - but I could tell they were together because they all had beards and bags that said something about the "Franciscans of the Bronx" or whatever they were. I wondered if the beards were mandatory for Franciscan monks or if it's just a fashion trend that's currently sweeping through the monastery. I prefer the latter.

I made plans to have dinner this evening with my friend Harini, who was coming in from New Jersey to see me. She had a class and couldn't be in the city until after 7pm, so I used the free time to go walking and shopping.

I really like the way Manhattan is designed. With the exception of oddball streets like Lexington and Central Park West and things, most of the streets have numbers. So as long as you can remember which way the numbers go and which way you're facing, you're pretty good to go. This is nice because the subway never seems to go where I want to go, so footing it turns out to be more practical if I'm not in a hurry. You miss a lot when you ride in a hole in the ground, anyway.

I walked about four avenue-blocks and nine street-blocks over to H&M and was rewarded with a delightful shopping experience, wherein everything that I tried on fit me. This was a shockingly pleasant experience for someone who so often leaves fitting rooms despairing at her lack of chest and inability to fill shirts. It was also strange to realize that, because everything fit, I wasn't going to be able to use that factor to make my purchasing decisions! I can still hear that ¾-length button down shirt crying out to me from 51st and 5th. I'm sorry, baby. I had to go.

I left the store and went on to Divine Bar, a wine and tapas place where Harini and I were to meet. I was running early and she was running late so I wandered around the area a little.

I was standing in front of the Ed Sullivan Theater, where they film the David Letterman Show, and I thought 'Hey, that's lit up pretty bright. I could take a picture of it since I haven't been taking a lot of pictures of stuff.' I turned around to do so and saw that there were three guys taking pictures of each other in front of the sign. I asked them if they wanted a picture together. They were wary at first and jokingly asked if I was going to run away with their camera but I said I just wanted them to take a picture of me in return. While setting up the picture, they told me that they were musicians and they'd played on the show that night. I froze and stared at them for a minute, petrified that I was supposed to recognize them and their Huge Musician Egos would be bruised by the fact that I had no idea who they were.

They admitted that they weren't famous - they were playing backup for the singer who was on (I had never heard of her either). I took their picture, then when it was my turn to be photographed, the guitarist joked, "Do you want me to be in the picture with you?"

"Sure!" So now I have a picture of me with some guy who was on Letterman once. It's totally cooler than a picture of me alone and I have been telling everyone whose ears I could bend that I had my picture taken with Someone Who Isn't Famous At All.

I met Harini at the Starbucks on the corner (that's the Starbucks on the corner of Broadway and 54th, not Broadway and 51st... there's one there too, though) and we got a table. We ordered tapas, little appetizery foods. The idea is Spanish and the food wasn't. Harini had bruschetta and I had ostrich on toast because hell, it's a New York tapas bar, why not have ostrich? We also ordered "wine flights," which are samples of wines on a common theme. Mine was something about fruit and nuts and Harini's theme was French reds and whites. One of mine was a delicious creamy honeydewy Argentinian white. Another was supposed to have a spicy citrus zest but tasted like household cleanser.

We were later met by another friend from high school who lives in the area, and a friend he brought along. Jup ordered calamari, so since I wasn't ordering/paying for it, I tasted it for the first time. Ew, rubbery. I wasn't missing much. We stuck around for several hours, then I hoofed the quick jaunt home, text-messaging people all the way about my exciting celebrity encounter.

srah - Tuesday, 1 March 2005 - 11:59 PM
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Comments (3)

gravatar alfie - March 2, 2005 - 5:03 PM -

At least a few people have heard of Kyle Cease...geez.

gravatar bobby - March 2, 2005 - 6:16 PM -

You are destined to be European since you can fit into the H&M couture.

I am so jealous of your random jaunts to Manhattan.

gravatar srah - March 3, 2005 - 11:39 AM -

Next time I'm in Chicago, you can direct me to YOUR local H&M!

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