It’s funny because you walk everywhere here, and since it’s a concrete jungle, there are a lot of streets to cross. Those who are dressed more casually will usually stop and wait for the light to change. While those who are in business suits (and in the morning will just about surely have Starbucks in hand) just simply walk across and make the cars wait for them. They are obviously are too important, to wait for silly things like traffic lights.
Last night as I was leaving the “networking party” the group of us who had been chatting (most of them were from Nickolodian/TV land/Nick at Nite/ Nick Jr–and yes, they were all adament that those are different things) and we decided to walk to a pup just outside Time’s Square called “The Playwrite (it’s on broadway–get it?).
Along with the Nickolodian gang (one of whom looked exactly like John Mayer) were three Russian guys: Ruben, Dennis, and a guy with a name too Russian for me to remember. They work for the Moscow version of Comedy Central, and were a really good time.
I could write more, but you don’t really care–you were just reading this far to see if the story went anywhere. What a let down huh?
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First you forget names, then you forget faces Next you forget to pull your zipper up and finally, you forget to pull it down — George Burns
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The wit makes fun of other persons; the satirist makes fun of the world; the humorist makes fun of himself — James Thurber (1894-1961), in Edward R Murrow television interview