NYC Thursday

Washington Square Park.
The girls and I witnessed a heated confrontation break out between a crazy homeless guy and a group of gentlemanly street performers. Good thing the cops were summoned...because the homeless guy resembled an Irish Charles Manson and he was quite furious with the noise level in his home...the park.





I didn't realize how much I forgot about being in the city until...returning. The screeching sound of the subway brakes....like demons being tortured. The hot hot sweaty
subway platform sticky air...relieved only a bit by the breeze kicked up by passing trains. The plethora of talented subway performers...and how amazingly diverse they are.

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Jemima bumped smack into Parson's. "Designers....work it out!"

Of course we can't be for certian because it's not like we asked....but we are 99.999% sure that we shared the rear of a restaurant w/ 3 delightful working girls and their "boss." Our daughters were clueless...but I got across the room eye contact and some raised eyebrows from the boys.

Times Square.


Where's Bria and Mcabe?