Steaming

Can I say it’s way too humid in this city. I mean, a few weeks ago it was just scorching. Right now the air has been so humid that you feel like you’re gasping for air. Strangely enough, it was actually cooler outside then on the train. I can’t wait till it snows.

August 31, 2005 at 8:14 pm · Rant & Rave· Permalink ·

Pumping Iron

Today has been the first time I’ve returned to the gym in months. It was a strange experience. I feel really out of shape despite the massive amount of walking around the city. There was one guy working out in her dress shoes. Which was really weird. And apparently, they changed some of the television sets. Woo hoo! I ended up watching the US Open while I was on the cross trainer. But of course everything gets interesting in the locker room. There was this gal who was stick thin who had just had baby 3 weeks prior. And she had a Hermes Birken and Louis Vuitton bag. Seriously, who uses designer bag as a gym bag. The Birken bag probably cost an arm and leg. Man, crazy. I guess that’s New York for you.

August 31, 2005 at 8:13 pm · Rant & Rave· Permalink ·

Wrath of the Heat

There really should be some air conditioning on the train platforms. I had my second heat stroke in my life. Once in college while roller blading to the local Price Chopper downtown. As I got onto the train, I started feeling like my face was drenched in sweat, very nauseous, and then very dizzy. At one point I thought I was going to faint. I was about to become the sick customer on the train. So why didn’t I get off the train. If I only I had the energy to. Finally, my body started to cool off. And I was a lot better when I got off the train. So I got a smoothie from one of those food carts. I feel so much better now.

August 29, 2005 at 8:15 pm · Straphanger Chronicles· Permalink ·

Breath Mint, Please

During my daily commute. Not the commute from hell as my friend Ev. would describe it. But this morning there was this drunk couple yelling something at Prospect Park. Unfortunately for me, they got on my train car and decided to stand right next to me. Just my luck. They weren’t your regular drunkards. Most likely alcoholics. Am I stereotyping them. Well sort of. Why do I say they’re alcoholics. If they weren’t alcoholics they wouldn’t have gotten on the train with their breathe reeking of alcohol first thing in the morning. Smelled like some cheap vodka. And they were repeating every word like you speaking in surround sound. so what’s the difference between a drunkard and alcoholic. You see, an average drunkard would at least have had a breath mint as oppose to your all around alcoholic.

Then the guy accidentally bumped my shoulder, and said excuse me and started rubbing it. Ewww.. Can I say just apologize, and step off, Man. Doesn’t anyone know anything about personal space. You don’t touch people in NY. Why can’t I just have a quiet pleasant commute. Is that even possible in NY.

August 26, 2005 at 8:29 pm · Straphanger Chronicles· Permalink ·

Paging Ms. Emily Post

What’s up with this wacky things on the train. The ideal of manners and personal space is non-existent. And this always happens when i’m on the 5 train. So what is it today. I’m leaning against the door, while this darn guy keeps leaning on me. I know personal space does not exist during rush hour. But dude, the train isn’t even crowded. Step, I say. While this guy is invading my personal space this old Latina lady pulls out the bobby pins from her hair. Carefully, picks a bobby pin and proceeds to use this particular bobby pin to remove the ear wax from her ear canal. No, she didn’t you say. Yes , she did. Then she flicks it on the floor. Now that’s pretty disgusting. But I’m not done. Next, she puts the bobby pin in her mouth before she pins up her bun. Can I say Ewww!

August 26, 2005 at 8:28 pm · Straphanger Chronicles· Permalink ·

Excuse Me

Right now, I’m absolutely livid. Basically, I’m sitting on the 5 train heading up to Union Square. My legs are crossed while I’m reading my book. Like all New Yorkers, I’m just minding my own business. Then this guy gets on at Fulton Street, bumps in my foot then swipes his pants clean and asked me for an apology. What, I said. You bumped into me. Why do I have to apologize. I’m the one that’s stationary and you saw my foot when you hit it. He just went on and on and called me an asshole. Now explain this to me in layman’s terms. Does this mean that a tree should apologize when you run into it. I think not. All I can say, is he’s a complete moron. And he probably was trying to make something of it to have something to talk to his buddy.

August 25, 2005 at 8:49 pm · Straphanger Chronicles· Permalink ·

The Hunt Begins

Through the various emails I get, I found out about the Manhunt Wall Street game tonight. Of course, I had to immediately email my friend R about the game since it is taking place in his hood. The thing I didn’t expect was a call at about 9:40pm from R inquiring when the game ends. Apparently, he found a nice hiding spot but was wondering how long he should hide out. Unfortunately, his gf was already tagged. What a bummer. But believe or not, he’s behind the dumpster waiting it out. Hopefully, he will reign victoriously. But it’s still funny that he called while hiding out.

August 25, 2005 at 8:39 pm · Friends & Family· Permalink ·

Packing Away

Okay, I broke down and just bought my first backpack. I borrowed my friend K’s pack last time I went around the Beneleux region. So take a look. Isn’t she a beauty. I was debating between getting a Lowe Alpine. But after going to the Northface store, mind was made up. Sweet. Can’t wait to take it out for a test drive.

August 25, 2005 at 8:30 pm · Travel· Permalink ·

Battle of the Buldge

I’ve been really slacking. And it is really time to rejoin a gym. After calculating the cost, the cost of a trainer is way too expensive. Yoga is more than a gym membership. For god sakes it cost $180 for an unlimited monthly pass. I’m feeling a bit flabby right now.

Last week, I was talking to a friend about how I’m getting fat. And he promptly, said that I not fat. Very polite of him. Then I said, look this is fat. And then he show me fat. Ha ha. Imagine it, we’re standing there, no you’re not fat, I’m fatter than you. Sounds like reverse Weight Watchers.

August 23, 2005 at 8:57 pm · Rant & Rave· Permalink ·

Scrabbilicious Time

I had my weekly Scrabble game today. Darn it, I spent most of the game waiting for the letter Y. And of course, I get the Letter Q, J, Z, and X. The Q is such a hard letter to get rid of. I was just missing the letter Y, to spell QUERY. While spending the other half of the game waiting to spell LAZY. Well at least I got that with the Z on a double letter score. And let me just say, the acceptable two letter list is definitely worth memorizing. It got me out of a lot of jams during the game.

August 23, 2005 at 8:51 pm · Daily Musing· Permalink ·