Today I was supposed to go to work, spend a few hours writing at Starbucks, and then visit the balloon inflation for an injection of festivity. Instead, I joined Meredith, Lance, and PJ at an afternoon viewing of Four Christmases. I love seeing movies with other people who laugh out loud. I used to laugh quietly into my napkin, but now--no more quiet! Laugh laugh laugh, I say. Now, I still had a hankering to see the balloons despite the chilly wind and the heavy bag of books I had to lug home for my Today Show appearance. After a quick trip to Borders through the throngs of folks rushing around Penn Station, I changed my mind about the balloons and decided the crowds would destroy my holiday verve. Since I was so close, I thought I'd take a peek at the hubbub on 34th St. instead. MISTAKE MISTAKE MISTAKE. While dazzled by the lights and the windows (snow-angel making penguins! silver ghosty robot thingies!), I wanted to KICK AND PUNCH all the people on the street. Dear God, where's the joy? Where's the common sense? Where's the impulse to say "Excuse me" after you hit a sweet person like myself with your gigantic duffel bag filled with rocks and/or bricks? I was wearing black and red striped knee highs--who can hit something that adorable about the back and shoulders with their luggage? Lots of people, apparently.
And even with all that, I still love NY on Thanksgiving Eve.
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