Now that I'm resigned to having to go home to Sydney in about two weeks, my head must be allowing my homesickness to make itself more clearly known. On the subway today, I got teary thinking about seeing my special people again. Luckily I've embraced the completely pretentious New York habit of wearing sunglasses on the subway, which is of course also a great way to check people out without being too obvious. Good flirting practice.Once again, the weather has been superb this week, making it very hard to concentrate on getting work done and also on the idea of going home. On Saturday, I walked from home over the Williamsburg Bridge into Manhattan and spent the afternoon meandering around the Lower East Side, where there are some very cute shops and cafes, and the East Village, where there were some very cute boys. In the evening, I had an abortive attempt to catch up with Raquel, my friend from Baltimore, at a club deep in Brooklyn but I bailed once I saw the line down the street. So we met up the next day for afternoon coffee instead and workshopped the general theme of unavailable men.
Yesterday, Elisa coaxed me back up to Riverside Park to hang out in the sun. It was so warm and sunny I had to put on sunscreen, something I didn't plan for at all on this trip. She'd just handed in her last paper and wanted to play, and I'd had a productive morning writing, so who was I to refuse? And it was lovely. Lisa came and joined us at the Boat Basin where we drank Coronas and discussed the politics of dating. Another very stressful afternoon, needless to say.
Other cool New York moments today:
A busker in a subway station playing "If You Go to San Francisco" ("be sure to wear flowers in your hair") on a Chinese violin to a synthesised backbeat.
A skater dude in Columbus Circle wearing a t-shirt saying "Do I look like a fucking People Person?"
A very sexy and muscular cop on duty in the subway with a faux-hawk and hot tattoos all down one arm.
