For the most part in my day to day life, I like to be known as someone who rarely loses their cool. I always try to approach a problem with a rational and carefully reasoned perspective. But there are those times, as with all people, that the emotional takes over the cerebral, and I can't help but partake in a heated argument In such situations, I don't have a poker face, and my emotions are broadcast over my face with the boldness of a Time Square megatron. One knows when I'm mad.
And where better to advertise such emotions then on the streets of New York themselves - which I did, just yesterday, while ardently quarreling with a friend on the corner of 49th!
Now along with fighting in public, another thing I like to avoid on an everyday basis is being completely recognizable. In order to go from place to place in the daily grind without too many stops from passerby or friends in the area, I generally walk out the door in costume incognito. Most regularly I don a hat, sunglasses, and trench coat ensemble. More Patti Hearst than Dr. Joy Browne.
But of course on the day of my impassioned street fight, I was no less incognito than the Time Square naked cowboy. Well, maybe that's pushing it.
Anyway, I was stopped by four, that's right, four different acquaintances mid-row, and had to pull my facial muscles from scowl to smile at unnatural speed. Now in addition to being frustrated with the unruly afternoon argument itself, I was now embarrassed by the mid-town airing of my dirty laundry.
Word to the wise: Don't fight in public....especially in your own neighborhood.
In a previous blog, “A Runners Wife” I spoke about my husband training for the NYC marathon. All I have to say is that the months of training all came together of an amazing race. Race day is a grueling day for runners, and the family. But a miracle happened...
U.S. Attorney General Eric Holder testified before the senate judiciary committee and basically shrugged when asked if any other enemy combatant captured overseas had ever been brought to civilian criminal court to face justice. Talk about an incompetent boob, not to mention a disgrace.
Here is a list of wines all from Spain, and menus from restaurants in Brooklyn where a crew of us did a food / wine crawl through Carrol Gardens and Williamsburg recently
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