Open Fields, Flowers and Sunshine? BLAH

Every time I return from visiting New York it feels like I am leaving home all over again. I know I belong in the city as I lament over the loss of the noise, traffic and grime because sunny greenness of Florida is both blinding and annoying. So as usual I am frantically contacting head hunters to find me a gig up north to get me the hell away from this clean living and family oriented town. When nothing comes up, I will settle back into this pick up lovin’ town until my next trip stirs me up once again.


Speaking of southern way, bringing a hard core red neck chick to the Big Apple was a hoot . It was her first visit so all her preconceived notions about Manhattan based on television and movies. We stayed midtown so I decided that we weren’t going to take taxis but were going to utilize the subways the entire trip. I had to talk my friend down from frantic when I mentioned this to her as she expected dark, dingy, platforms with no other people but murders and rapists. I guess Hollywood prefers to depict the NYC of the 70s and 80s. Clean, graffiti free, well lit stations and trains don’t really make good television.

So we shopped in China Town, ate in Little Italy, were entertained by Broadway and hit a good portion of the 250 plus Starbucks on the island.

Anyone know of a decently priced walk up available in the East Village? You know I must be really homesick if I am willing to forgo an elevator and doorman.