New York, New York
OH…. The joy. My first day here in New York, looking for galleries to show in and pedicabbing, has not included any looking or pedicabbing, it has consisted of going to the pool… Pete, (of Rare Gallery) they guy I’m staying with out here belongs to a tennis club, not that he play’s (he used to) but he still has a membership. I thought I was coming out here to work my ass off and to be stressed, but at present moment, I’m as relaxed as a cow in a fine pasture. (This is due to change @ anytime.) I will be making it out to the city to pedicab tomorrow. Anyway, New York is so fresh for me, whereas Denver is this old man I’ve been hanging out with for toooo long. It’s good to keep it fresh. I also ate at this killer Italian restaurant last night with Pete. Instead of paying up the yin yang for such a fine dinner like at Barolo Grill in Denver, it was a pretty decent price for the mouth watering dishes they served at Frankie’s Spuntino! I think I fell in love with NYC the instant I walked in, considering the wonderful aroma. Now, I realize there is no high culture in Denver… It’s the little pleasures here in NYC. The fact that just beyond the tennis club there’s a rail line for the subway, the urban mixed with the “sub urban” and how dense it is here! Everything is compacted, unlike Denver, where apart from downtown, there is only sprawl and stupid suburbs. I don’t know… I feel like I could begin to like it here.
OH, and also, I bought a non 3.2 beer here at a 7-11! Oh, the joy.
A shot from my cellular telephone, not bad?
-R
