PDA?

I know it is boring to wait for the subway.

I know it is good to find ways to keep oneself occupied while waiting for the subway. There are various common options, such as reading the paper or a magazine (I recommend The New Yorker), listening to music or podcasts (with your earphones in, please), or having a quiet conversation with your friends.

I know one perk of being in a romantic relationship is having someone who can pick at your acne and blemishes without shame. (And let's be honest here... even if we've had to do it ourselves, we've all picked at our acne.)

But perhaps, just maybe, picking at your significant other's shoulder acne is something best left for a more private place- NOT the subway platform.

I was standing on the platform at Hoyt-Schermerhorn, enjoying some free music downloads from iTunes while waiting on the G-train, when I looked over to see this normal, clean-looking guy rolling up his shirt sleeves and picking at his shoulders. Then his girlfriend started in on it. And it wasn't just one spot. They kept at it for awhile.

Ew. Don't they own iPods? Or subscribe to some magazine? Or have relational issues to discuss? I mean really... did they have to do that in public?

Weird.

Professional Baseball Can Be Fun! Who Knew?

I went to my first New York Mets game a week or two ago. It was a blast. We had seats WAY up at the top of Shea Stadium (in Queens). They are building a new stadium, so this is the last season to see the team play in Shea before it is torn down. The Yankees (in The Bronx) are also building a new stadium, so I really want to get to a game there this season, as well.

I think I could be a fan of a NY baseball team. In principle, I'm not a professional baseball fan, but it's fun when you are actually in the stadium and people are excited to be there. The only other pro-baseball game I've attended was a KC Royals game when I was in college. The KSU Men's Glee Club sang the National Anthem before the game, and that was exciting, but the game wasn't incredible and I didn't have many friends there at the time, so it wasn't one of my favorite events.

Here is a video I took of a home run. That was a blast to celebrate! High energy!! In the video you'll see and hear Alissa, Melinda and Peter. Peter got our tickets for us....hooray for Peter!



My plan is to try and get to a Yankee's game and then decide whether I'm more of a Yankees or a Mets fan. We'll see what happens!

A Simple "Hi" Sufficed

Last week my one-and-a-half-year-old nephew David said "hi" to me on the phone for the first time. No matter how much noise he makes in the background when I call his parents, he never talks to me on the phone. Last week he did and it made my day. I'm really crazy about that kid!

I'd Rather Laugh Than Litter

I love to laugh. I feel like I have been laughing more lately than I had been for awhile. I am glad for that. Laughing makes me happy.

Last night:

I am sitting on my fire escape, enjoying a clove (which is nice from time-to-time), looking two stories below as a woman races down Hart Street on a bicycle. It is almost midnight and a man is running along the sidewalk, not quite caught up with her. Is there trouble? No, she is watching him and he is running with all his might, and she laughs as he tries to keep up, and then he evens the divide between them and begins to pass her place in the front of the race, until she looks over again and sees the absent gap. Giving a slight laugh, she pumps the bike pedals faster, clothes and hair rippling as the air rushes past, and she once again claims first place as the two of them dissappear down the street, hidden to me by the tree branches which cast a veil over the street below.

It is an amazing night out here. The air is cool. The stars, such as can be seen in the City, are shining. There is a slight breeze. It seems like a nice night for a race.

Sitting peacefully a few more moments and a car drives past below my iron perch. Out of the open window a man throws a plastic bottle into the street. One more piece of garbage to litter the neighborhood.

Really? Did you just do that, dude? In grade school I learned not to do that. And it's not like we don't have trash cans on practically every corner in New York.

*annoyed sigh*