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...