I left my house this evening in search for a gift for my Dad. Into the city I went taking the Williamsburg bridge the city skyline is misty tonight; a quiet joy has settled in merrily (at least that’s what it feels like.) I’m in an odd mood tonight, so here is what happened:

The weather was just past warm and just below cool - so I put my windows down and drove fast - I hit 80 mph on the Billyburg bridge. I slowed down suddenly in case coppers were near me or worst I was being tracked by evil radars. . .

The gift for my Dad were vegan cupcakes with vanilla frosting - they’re so scrumptious, have you ever tasted one? You can’t get one like it in Paris nor can you find it anywhere else that I know of in existence. They probably have ‘em in SF somewhere but that’s 3000 miles away. I also bought one brownie - it was a little smaller than a cupcake and circular in shape. I put it into my mouth and suddenly . . . BLISS!!! So soft, so chocolaty, so creamy tasting, it had the strong chocolate taste almost bitter but then on my third and fourth bite, the center of it just exploded in my mouth, a very smooth and sugary and cream chocolate softness. I enjoyed it so much I ordered another right on the spot but saved it for the car ride down to the next stop. Coffee…

I stood online at Cafe Pick me up and thought about asking the girl in front of me what lotion, shampoo, or fragrance it was that was emanating from her body. She seemed a bit worried that I’d talk to her and I had no intention of picking her up even if I was in such an opportune venue to do so. I thought about the several outcomes of me asking her that one question and smiled in silence. I ordered my coffee and a cup of water. I took a seat by the window but a beautiful blonde had reserved the table with her copy of the Village Voice. I suspected someone might be using it to save a spot, but thought maybe not. She plunked down with her glass of red wine and water and started perusing the Voice. (side note: Why is it that everyone loves reading the Village Voice but me? I really dislike that paper)

The man who had taken my coffee order found me a student-like desk to sit down on and I was thankful. I stared into the refrigerator and 24 ice cold frosted bottles of Coca-Cola (old school small ones) stared at me in unicen from within. I smiled at the beautiful bottles because I had been thinking of them earlier in the night. Coca-Cola is such a marketing genius where the holiday spirit reminds me of their extremely harmful beverage. Then I realized that I had seen a billboard of Coca-Cola two days ago where Santa Claus is drinking an ice cold coke and there are little frosted snowflakes surrounding the picture. Honestly just looking at the photo makes you want to chug an ice cold Coke right away. But I resisted, I kept my honor (Godfather homage).

I finished my coffee said goodbye to all the unmet women in my mind and strolled out to an outside display of fresh Christmas trees and decorations. Three kids on skateboards whizzed past me - each jumping off his board and picking it up to cross the street. I was disappointed at the collection of wreaths at this particular vendor’s outdoor market. They nearly took up an entire block and not a pretty wreath in sight.

Again I crossed and this time I stopped in front of a lingerie store, GIRLY NYC or something along those lines. Even the lingerie store had a display of their finest goods with frosted white bulbs exaggerating the sexy pink outfits. Sexy pink outfits and eye masks - lush eye masks that you’d like to gift to girlfriends, wives, and random hook-ups to kink it up a bit.

Still walking, now searching for a gift card with nice paper, I saw an automat on St. Mark’s place. I got so curious - automats are vending machines with actual hot food instead of typical snack/candy/soda. It was interesting for 2 minutes and all the food was deep fried or a hot dog. It was a glorified McDonald’s. But I’m sure the reward would be tremendous when you put the $2.00 and get yourself a meal from a little cubby hole in neon heaven.

Couldn’t find a gift card, what the hell am I doing here? I wanted to go to the program at St. Joe’s Pub (425 Lafayette St.) but it was sold out. Even if it wasn’t, I wasn’t about to shell out $50 or $300 to go see it. Those were the only 2 price levels available.

So instead I decided to enjoy a nearly cost-free night. I was glad I did. Goodnight to all and to all a goodnight.

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