Why do I feel as if the weather gods are mocking me?
All last week it was beautiful out, but I took it for granted and carried an umbrella in my bag. Then on Sunday I finally bought sunglasses because reading in the park wasn’t working without them, and it immediately became dreary. Clouds and rain for days and though I keep the sunglasses with me in the hopes the weather will break, I seem to have misplaced my umbrella.
Leaving the office yesterday was a great experience:
Me:Oh no, it looks like rain! But I don’t feel like cooking eggs and spinach in the hostel again, so obviously I should wander around until I find a cheap pizza place.
Young comedian in SoHo, armed with a flier: DO YOU LIKE STAND-UP COMEDY?
Me, distracted: No thanks.
Comedian: Oh. Well how about Puerto Ricans?
Me: Annnnd now you’re creepy.
Comedian: I LOVE YOU.
I dash for the subway, get off at 96th, and try to find a pizza place. They’re all over NYC except, of course, when I’m looking for one. And then it starts to rain.
Me: Maybe I should just give up and eat eggs and spinach.
Pizza Craving: NO.
Me: It would be so much easier.
Craving: YOU NEED MOZZARELLA.
Me: Oh man, I really want mozzarella.
Weather Gods: BAHAHAHA.
I did find one eventually, thank God. But the rain had picked up by the time I left the shop, and the pizza was cold by the time I made it to Harlem. Oh the things I do for a New York slice.
Out of curiosity, what are the crazy things you’ve done for food?
