Good morning, Manhattan.
It was a super quiet weekend, and I'm not complaining. I'm rested and ready to go.
The island was a hotbox this weekend. Really. I spent a lot of time in my apartment -- the a/c works well and i made good use of my monthly cable subscription. I was feeling a little claustrophobic around 7 last night and had to get out. I took a stroll to Washington Square Park. That place is like the toy in a cereal box: you never know what you're going to get.
I was asked for money three times. Didn't they hear we've lost our credit rating? I gotta save my money.
And there seems to be an abundant crop of mice. Stay the hell out of my apartment.
And I guess the heat affected everyone. Here's what I overheard:
Extra chunky girl to this guy. Based on their body language, I presume they were on a date. Probably a blind date. She said, "I'm a health and fitness and healthy eating guru."
Really?
I went back home to the a/c. I looked up the definition of guru.
I'm pretty sure she used the wrong word. I'll blame it on the heat.