May’s Take – The Right Weather To Play It Quick
Safety in assumptions and harm in planning ahead. Well, you can’t blame a person for planning ahead, as you never want to delve into something 100% haphazardly, but maybe quarterlyhazardly or some hazard of comparable strength is acceptable. Exercising my quarterhazard, I decided to return to New York, the site of the ?th annual Ad:Tech conference. I enjoyed such a pleasantly brisk stay in November, I decided a semi-immediate return was imperative. So I went for the end of ’04 and beginning of ‘05, but was slightly let down this time by the moderate 50-degree days and lack precipitation. I could’ve stayed in Los Angeles for that type of relative-to-the-December norm scorching scene! I wanted the blustery shriveling icicle-fest that I had been promised. No romantic New Years kiss in New Years York, no stalagmites hanging off my earlobes, not even a g damn screaming strike of midnight maniacal explosion on my part, as I was urinating in the alley, attempting to run back to the party streaming all the way. But I was too late. I was pissing when the clock struck. Oh well. Better than last year, I was sick and sleeping while my gal was out at a party looking her loveliest. “Gorgeous,” I spoke of her to my mother the next day, and I don’t quote things like that to my mother. We have one of those, “Bryan will be a virgin until age 40” type of relationships. Hey, here’s something. While staying at my hotel in Times Square, how come I heard like ten New Years countdowns? Was it practice, or was it that the New York squad counts down for a number of different time zones? I think it’s the latter, that the setup is the massive hordes of people count down multiple times for all the thugs watching at home from myriad countries, time zones and farmlands. It’s awesome how you can near “walk into” things like the Empire State building over there in NY. I mean, I’m just trotting along 5th or whatever, and all of a sudden I walk underneath a green overhang that reads, “Empire State Building.” Then I look up, and well, the giant building is upon me! Also, maybe it’s fashion, maybe form, maybe weather, maybe tradition, maybe culture. But I think the most striking difference between the West and East coast style is footwear. Seemingly every man has on some form of dress shoes in New York, where in LA, San Diego, or San Francisco, it’s flip-flops or tennis shoes or some type of dingy open-toed affair. Hell, I even walked by some bums lying in the alley, drenched in fresh New Years urine who were rocking black dressies!
