Tuesday, September 2, 2008

today i met iris...

...while waiting for the M103 on Lex. She told me her name, and I told her mine. "It suits you well," said Iris. She told me about her arthritis, and then asked for my honest opinion on her hair color...the color was, umm, for lack of better words "un-natural"...and it just didn't fit this cool octogenarian. Think a sickly ash brown with purple tint. And she agreed. Said her real color had been a honey brown. She wanted to re-dye it immediately, "not because of vanity" but because she just wants her old color back. I told her to let it fade or at least give it 2 weeks, or it "might all fall out." she made me giggle. Iris has lived in greenwich village all her life--and now owns her own co-op. I thought she deserved at least a mention on my blog.

and while we're on the topic of sickly ash brown things, i had the worst chai tea on earth today...just water and a hint of milk...not a drop of chai. luckily, an old-fashioned donut was there to counter the blandness.

my beautiful friend angelica told me she's inspired by me because i'm an extrovert. she's a true sweetie pie. i sometimes worry that maybe i meet TOO MANY people too easily, and what if i meet some crazy who cuts me up and tosses me in the East River. Case in point, I met a crazy Welsh man tonight while eating my just-okay shawarma on Ludlow and Rivington. He sat next to me, and my first thought was "he's gay," so of course, my guard came down immediately. Maybe he is, who knows...he was awful silly though, and said my name doesn't suit me, since I don't have red hair (contrary to what Iris says). He offered to be my friend, but only if I promised to smoke only two cigarettes a day. "Sorry," I said. "I have to have three. Everybody needs a vice." He nodded, and then told me his is alcohol--British beer to be exact.

p.s. no more flip flops in chinatown. more on that later...

6 comments:

JazzBrew said...

I enjoy reading your blog. Your words flow so well. You also have the ability to be descriptive without using a million words (a trap I frequently fall into). I've never been to New York but I feel like I'm there when I read some of your entries.

Janelle said...

I often wonder if I too befriend people too easily. I'm friendly with the chick my crazy ex left me for (who has since moved across the country to get away from him..LOL). But I love people and hopefully that won't land me in the Harlem River/East River either. LOL

Oh, 'nuff said on the no flip flops in Chinatown rule. yeck

Chubbs said...

janelle -- yeah, let's both steer clear of East River haunts.

jazz -- what a nice thing to say? I'm so glad you enjoy reading my blog as much as i enjoy rambling on it. and what the heck are you waiting for, get a bus, plane, or train ticket and get yourself to NY!!! at least once.

rashad said...

This makes me think of that GooGoo Dolls song

Chubbs said...

rashad -- i only know one goo goo dolls song...and it's the one about not wanting the world to see him, because he doesn't think that they'll understand. lol.

which song??!

etoilee8 said...

We have the same vice. By the way, nothing annoys the hell out of me more than a weak chai latte. I'm all for making them make it again if it's not good. I'm that obnoxious customer who offers suggestions like "use more mix, less milk, no water". They cost too much not to get it the way you want it, right?