Archive for March, 2006

Today’s Subway Lesson – Do Not Take The Car Less Crowded

Tuesday, March 21st, 2006

The N train was running local this morning (heard something was up with the W train, because a few of my co-workers were late). Anyways, it pulls up to 34th Street and most of the cars are crowded, except one towards the end of the train, which had about 10 people on it. So, naturally, I enter the least crowded car.

It smelled like death.

There was a homeless man on one side of the train, who obviously hasn’t showered in ages. He had also just shit his pants, and was further disseminating the smell by reaching down into his pants and moving it around.

I didn’t have enough time to switch cars before the doors closed, and the train poked along to 28th Street. Thank goodness it was a cold day, as I had my scarf with me and was able to filter my breathing. Most of my car, except for about five masochistic commuters, quickly sandwiched in the car ahead of ours as soon as we made it to the next stop.

If the guy wasn’t reaching into his pants and moving his shit around, I would have thought he was dead – that’s how bad it smelled.

The Car Less Crowded

Tuesday, March 21st, 2006

The N train was running local this morning (heard something was up with the W train, because a few of my co-workers were late). Anyways, it pulls up to 34th Street and most of the cars are crowded, except one towards the end of the train, which had about 10 people on it. So, naturally, I enter the least crowded car.It smelled like death.

There was a homeless man on one side of the train, who obviously hasn’t showered in ages. He had also just went to the bathroom in his pants, and was further disseminating the smell by reaching down into his pants and moving it around.

I didn’t have enough time to switch cars before the doors closed, and the train poked along to 28th Street. Thank goodness it was a cold day, as I had my scarf with me and was able to filter my breathing. Most of my car, except for about five masochistic commuters, quickly sandwiched in the car ahead of ours as soon as we made it to the next stop.

If the guy wasn’t reaching into his pants, I would have thought he was dead – that’s how bad it smelled.

A Taste of New York

Wednesday, March 15th, 2006

Last night I went to a dinner with the CEO of an international hotel company at his New York hotel. I assumed it was going to be a press dinner to introduce his new hotel in China. The PR reps were so happy I showed up early that I got a sneak preview of the hotel. Then they tell me about dinner – it was called “Taste of New York,” a progressive dinner. I chatted up the CEO for a bit about the hotel, then they brought me into a meeting room, where the appetizers were set up.OK, meals have appetizers. But these were amazing. There was a Peking Duck in the middle of the room, posed and looking at us, with individual plates of duck around him, and the freshest sushi I have ever eaten in my life. It melted in my mouth. Dim sum completed the spread, while a famous NYC bartender mixed his signature martini. A PR rep was quick to get me a glass of Chardonnay. I met a few other people from Dow Jones, Reuters, and an investment magazine, but the 15 or so people that were in attendence mostly belonged to the hotel group.

A British man came in and tapped his glass, inviting us into the next room. “You have just experienced a taste of Chinatown,” he said. “You will now experience a taste of Little Italy.” We were all seated around this lavishly decorated table with seashells, beach glass, and sea anemones. He opened another door, where we see a chef in a big white hat preparing the next course, ravioli, right in front of us, flames shooting from under the pan. He then presented each of us with one large ravoli filled with different cheeses and an egg/mushroom sauce. From what I’ve heard, this ravioli goes for $50 a plate at his restaurant. To complement the ravioli, we were given a glass of expensive Chardonnay.

After we were finished with that, it was time for a taste of the Fulton Street Fish Market. Waiters came out with these plates stacked high with lobster tails, crabs, and raw oysters, with four different dipping sauces. We were given a glass of Moet champagne to complement the fish.

The man tapped his glass after we were done, and we were called into the next room for a taste of the Meatpacking District. Filet mingon, deep-fried mashed potatoes, asparagus, and marrow graced the plate, with a glass of Cabernet Sauvingon to round out the meal. The only experience I’ve had with bone marrow was getting it extracted from my hip before I started chemo, so I assumed the bone on the plate was a decoration. But I saw people eating the marrow with a tiny spoon, and tried some myself. It didn’t taste bad at all.

Following the meat came the salad, which wasn’t a lettuce-tomato-carrot concoction – it was all herbs, wrapped in a rice shell with dressing. After we finished that, it was time to top off the meal with the chef’s interpretation of The Big Apple. We moved into another room, where a tuxedoed man was playing the piano. Awaiting us were apple-shaped caramel cages filled with white chocolate mousse, whipped cream, and fresh raspberries, and chocolate truffles, dessert wines, and cold glasses of scotch surrounded us.

All the while, my chair was pulled out for me, I was escorted everywhere, hotel staffers kept giving me drinks. Wow, fancy stuff.

Most of the time was spent talking about traveling – I actually didn’t get much information about the hotel itself, but did make key industry contacts. I was having so much fun that I didn’t realize I had missed my 8:30 train. The next one was at 9:30, and I only realized it at 9:15. As I left, they handed me two gifts – a Smythson “Places To Remember” book and a Bedford Downing picture frame. As I ran outside, a bellboy hailed me a cab, and I made it on my train with 15 seconds to spare and an asthma attack.

Oh, I so love having the international beat for the magazine. I can get used to these fancy lunches and dinners and Scottish accents. Who’dve thunk? I never thought I’d be writing about real estate, of all things. But it’s actually quite interesting.

Third month scan results in…

Monday, March 13th, 2006

Still cancer-free.

A quarter of the way through the danger zone. Most recurrences for my cancer happen within 12 months of ending treatment. But it’s not going to be me.

Hair!

Sunday, March 12th, 2006

It’s growing in much lighter than my usual shade. It’s light brown with blonde streaks… eep!

Add him to the 80s heartthrobs gone ugly…

Monday, March 6th, 2006

Eddie Van Halen – WTF!

Add him to the files with Leif Garrett

If nuns controlled Internet porn…

Monday, March 6th, 2006

Ahahaha, this is great

Yes!

Saturday, March 4th, 2006

! Journey and Def Leppard are touring together this summer!

You better not be going on any digs and missing this!