Window Shopping

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I pointed through the glass.

“Size 9. I’ll take them.”

Tip-tapping the glass counter absentmindedly, I mused.

Glass of wine for husband in hand,

“You, me, just the boots?”

Works every single time.

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Trifecta: There Are All Kinds Of Whores

“Sit down, please.” He said firmly.

Oh, oh! She knew that tone, the one he didn’t use often at all, which meant only one thing.

She never got in trouble but she did get “talking to”[s].

“Who’s perfect, anyway? He’s not either.” Raced through her mind as she found a chair to sit facing him.

“Okaaaay. Are you mad at me?”

Holding paper in his hand, he said, “Can you explain this?”

“I don’t know what that is?”

“It’s the VISA bill.”

“What’s the problem?” she asked with one eye squeezed closed, nose and shoulders scrunched, as if faking invisible.

“It’s all right here. I know when, where and names.”

“WHAT? Did you hire a private investigator or something? That’d be pretty crummy!”

“You think this is funny?

“Let me see that.” She said grabbing at it.

“You don’t even try to disguise it anymore. You think I don’t see where you hide them? That I don’t notice? You’re becoming reckless. The kids are still in school and our homes…” His voice began heating up.

“You’ve never been really observant. I just thought...”

“Well, you thought wrong. This, I see.” Pointing a finger.

“You secretly like it. I know you do. So stop pretending.” She said trying to deflect his accusations of her questionable behavior.

She couldn’t lie because he would know.

“Do you want me to admit it? Is that what you want?”

“No. I want you to stop. Now.”

“But I, I…can’t promise that.” She said with a little nervous twitch.

“I would appreciate if you’ll, at the very least, commit to trying.” He sighed, exasperated, having nothing more to say.

Phew! That wasn’t as scary as she thought. She came out pretty unscathed.

Of course they have names. Her men.

 Stuart, Jimmy and Christian (not Grey).

And she is sneaky and shameless, but apparently not as stealth as she thought she was, or always had been.

She’s a shoe whore.

There are always worse things I could be….

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This was written for Trifecta's 33-333 word challenge using the third definition of WHORE: a venal or unscrupulous person. 

(I like them tall, dark and beautiful!)

New York Randoms, Meandering Thoughts And Bodies, Louboutins, Gina's Book Giveaway

I’m getting a little tired of the hoards of people. EVERYWHERE! I’ve started to change my route out of the Times Square neighborhood just to avoid the bottlenecks. New York, while I heart it very much, is a very stimulating place. I’m ready to sleep in my own bed, play with my family, and bring things down a notch…back to normal.

Here are a few pictures from the last two days.

Ground Zero is getting there. The “pools” are very dramatic as the water rushes into the center. Into the ground. It is very difficult to accurately portray them in pictures.

The new building just next to the North Pool.

I spent yesterday walking more. I had BIG plans to see a few exhibits at the Met, “Faking It: Manipulated Photography Before Photoshop” (great title) and “Bernini: Sculpting In Clay” along with Rodin.

Leaving Times Square, I meandered up 5^th Ave. to Central Park. Stopping at The Strand, I browsed books, buying one for a friend, and continued to 81st Street and the museum. Guess what? I lost track of my days and it was CLOSED because it was Monday. That type of vacation faux pas doesn’t happen to me, the travel planner, often AT ALL!

I was so annoyed with myself that I plopped down on a bench and started to read my friend’s new book. I also had to get myself back from which I had come (4 miles) and I wasn’t going to take a taxi because I can walk faster than they can move.

I decided a change of scenery was in order so I headed over to Madison Avenue for some high end window shopping. Here is my favorite window shopping picture from the Christian Louboutin shoe store. It’s called “Swim With The Louboutins”. It simply was gorgeous.

Shopping like that and walking now 6 miles (with two more to go) worked up an appetite for this girl. I happened upon a lovely little Italian restaurant with pretty outside tables and white cloths. As I was perusing the menu posted outside, an Italian waiter came out.

“Buongiorno.”

“I’m starving!” and he replied, “I love starving ladies.” So Italian!

“I’ll take a table.” “How’s here?” “Perfect.”

And I finished my friend’s book while eating grilled swordfish and risotto. YUM!

To the friend who’s getting this book, the card for the restaurant is inside somewhere.

What a lovely segue to books in general and my piles of them all over the house. I’ve been asked (nicely, of course but AGAIN) to do something with all my books. I agree that the stacks are random and in the way…well some of them. And I’m to do this when I get home which means tomorrow.

I don’t know about you but it will be hard for me to give many of them away. I’m sure I have hundreds I don’t care about but this sorting business is going to take me a whole lot of time.

I have all sorts of genre and probably a book or two some of you may want. If the spirit moves you, pick out a title, email it to me, and if I have it, it’s yours!

There is one book that will be dispensed of immediately or as soon as I have time to mail it. It’s Confederacy of Dunces. I didn’t care for it at all…sorry Dunces. Another copy for you!

GTG souvenir shopping before packing up.

Thanks Stacy of Stacy Uncorked, Seriously Shawn and Impulsive Addict for allowing such randomness to feel normal! Go check out my random friends.

She Reads My Mind: My Best Friends

I have three women that I consider to be the closest of the close, bestest of the best, friends. There is very little they don’t know about me (with a few exceptions and one being that I write in this space).

Cristina, I have known since the day she was born yet she’s always lived across the country. We don’t speak often enough and see each other even less but when we do, time melts away and so does everyone else, for that matter. We have a lifetime of history.

Maggie, my best friend from college and city roommate, is the single person who knows where I’ve hidden all my skeletons since age 18. She knows what I’ve done and where I’ve been and loves me. We lead very different lives and proximity isn’t on our side but she’s the one I call when I have a problem, need to talk things through or for a good smack up side the head when I’m due (and I gladly walk right into it, by the way). She’s God loving and uber rational.

Then there’s Susie.

(Expressing our love for sweets at a pastry shop in Positano, Italy)

She’s my “sister from another mister”. Friends call us “Frick and Frack”. We are constantly asked if we're sisters and once even twins. It makes us laugh because we don’t see it. I have the pleasure of seeing her, talking with her, or just quickly texting her every single day.

I have known her the shortest, just 16 years, and we both can tell you the exact moment we became friends. It was a glance, then our eyes met full on, and we rolled them at the very same time at something being said. We were the only two in a room full of people who “got it”. It was instant. 

Sue is more like me than anyone else on this planet. It’s almost scary and sometimes, it is, because she’s just as saucy. 

We have a crazy affect on each other even when we aren’t doing much at all. When one is a little out of control, the other is standing right there either actively participating in the shenanigans and most certainly egging them on but always protective. We thoroughly amuse each other and have more fun, laugh harder than with any other friend. Maybe I should ask her if she feel the same way?

We share a love of food, family, sweets, Stuart Weitzman and Jimmy Choo, sassy jeans, movies, fitness, travel (she’s my roommate for life on girls’ trips), spontaneous adventure and a million other things.

The one thing we do not share is a love of GOLF. And because I have a difficult time saying “No” to her, I’m now golfing every Tuesday morning. Help me now.

The biggest difference with Susie is that she can read my mind, or just about. She can look me square in the eyes, her green to my blue, tilt her head slightly and squint, looking right inside. And she’ll know.

When she started a recent conversation with “I don’t know what….”, then “You better…” then “Don’t you mess up my…”, and "I feel the same…” I know I’m in for a talking to so I have no choice but to listen to my "baby sister" because without me saying one word she knows what she knows.

How does she do that? Magic?