Well, well, well– look at me, posting on the fly from the east coast. Yep, that's right– I'm traveling, and I'm still trying to be considerate.
Or, maybe it's that I'm trapped inside because it's SO freaking cold here– much colder than I anticipated or brought proper attire to handle. What up with that? I checked the weather report before I left, but then New York City weather did that thing that it does sometimes, which is to overnight and without warning drop a precipitous number of degrees, to the point where it goes from "oh man, it's a little nippy out, I've been living in L.A., maybe I need a pair of gloves," to "Jesus H. Christ on roller skates– people could DIE it's so cold."
On Saturday I was forced to buy a heavier coat, because when I left on Friday I was all "No, that's ok– that big coat takes up too much room in my suitcase, and besides– it's looking to be a mild winter in New York." Then Mother Nature laughed at me, and I went in to H & M wearing a flimsy (yet fashionable) long coat, and came out with a wool (still fashionable) peacoat, a hat, a scarf, and some gloves. Sometimes, I'm sorry, you just have to throw money at the problem. So, now I feel better, but for the record, it's so cold that when the wind kicks up, you can hear people audibly groaning. So cold that your face starts to freeze when you're outside, making it difficult to finish a sentence. So cold….oh, you get the picture.
Yesterday we tried to pack a whole bunch of New York stuff in– went to see the tree at 30 Rock (big! lovely! cold!), went to the William Eggleston exhibit at the Whitney, where we ran into some friends who relocated from San Francisco (um….small world?), walked through Central Park, and had barbeque, all while it was under 30 degrees out, so we felt accomplished by the end of the day.
Yours in Coldness,
L