I've said, I'm not one of the cool kids.
Have I left my mark on New York City?
Well, the guys at the bodaga miss me... I dropped by, and we chatted for a bit, they stopped pre-setting out the sausage for the dogs... I gave them $5 in the tip jar, for all the times they handed it to me as I walked in.
Over at the Grand, the doormen asked where I'd been... that was nice, too.
And, although I didn't make the Gawker, (I'm totally okay with that), I did make...
OVERHEARD IN NEW YORK
Thanks, GolfWidow, for the heads up.
Made me laugh.
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Was that you as "lady"? That's hilarious.
Re Gawker: Midwestern Boy and I are working on trying to get Blogorrhea reinstated. Stay tuned...
sally~that was me! cursing someone out in a language they don't understand is like talking to a man about emotions.
'nuff said.
you're not a new yorker until you've been "overheard."
cb~new york, it's a hell of a town.
Quote "like talking to a man about emotions"
You hurt my feelings! Meanie.
verm~verm! of course not you!
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