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This story is Based on a gross exaggerationrunning errands for her. But I had no choice.
of a hypothetical situation. Any similaritiesIt was too late to go to another
to persons or events in your life is purelyparty.Searching for the kitchen, I realized
coincidental and rather pathetic.We met at aher apartment was a lot bigger than I had
party in an Upper East Side apartment. I wasimagined. After circling through the dinette
eating cheese, she was eating crackers. Iand study several times, I finally stopped to
offered her some of my cheese, she offered meask for directions. The guy who gave me
some of her crackers, and pretty soon we weredirections, said he worked for the phone
both eating cheese and crackers.I gave hercompany and had been trying to find his way
that stupid line "Do you come here often?"out of the apartment since he installed a
She said, "Yes, every day." Shocked, I asked,phone in the kitchen. I said, I didn't
"My god, is there a party here every day?"realize she had a new phone. He said, it
She said, "No, I live here."Feeling somewhatwasn't that new anymore -- he installed it
embarrassed that I was an uninvited guest,three weeks ago.When I finally returned to
although "uninvitees" at singles parties arethe party room with two big bottles of Coke,
quite common, I said, "Your roommate invitedall the guests had already left. She asked,
me." She said, "I live alone." That didn't"What took you so long?" I said, "I took the
make me feel any better.But when she offeredlong route." She asked, "Why?" I said, "I
me another cracker, I felt safe.As the partyhate drilling through walls." She asked,
wore on, it became obvious that this was no"What am I going to do with two big bottles
ordinary girl. She greeted her guests withof Coke now?" I said, "Well, if it's a space
the warmth and enthusiasm usually seen onlyproblem, I can take them home with
among married folks. For one terrifyingme."Needless to say, the situation was
moment I thought perhaps this was not aserious. Here we were with two big bottles of
singles party, after all. But when ICoke and no guests to drink them. But, it's
overheard a small group of people discussingthese kind of grave predicaments which set my
how they had just come from two otherneurons, brain cells, and alpha waves into
parties, I knew I was at a singles gatheringhigh gear. Promptly, as though requiring no
-- married folks don't go to three parties inthought whatsoever, I suggested, "Hey, why
one night. One couch is all they need.Idon't we sit down and drink them up
noticed the hostess carrying in a large trayourselves?" Her face lit up. But her grin
of hors d'oeuvres with some difficulty. Iworried me.For the next hour and a half, I
rushed over and asked, "May I help?" Shewas "force-fed" two huge bottles of Coke. It
asked with a smile, "Eat or carry?" Iwas an unusual hour and a half, to say the
answered with a chuckle, "Very funny, youleast. I drank, she talked. Between gulps I
don't expect me to carry that thing." Wehad enough time to say, "I understand."As I
smiled and we chuckled.After helping herswallowed the last few drops, dawn broke.
place the tray on a table, I struck up aWith the rays of the morning sun filtering in
conversation. We found out we had a lot inthrough the shades, we exchanged phone
common. She was from San Diego, I was fromnumbers and I prepared to leave. She offered
Brooklyn -- but we both hated Des Moine. Sheto make breakfast. But after a "Coke
was a zoologist, I was a computer consultanttransfusion," eggs hardly seemed appetizing.
-- but all her monkeys were trained to readSo, not to offend her, I said, "I'd love to,
"hexadecimal dumps." She liked flying, Ibut I'm double parked."As we said good-by, we
liked water sports -- but we could have aboth knew we would be seeing a lot more of
great time in a life raft filled with helium.each other in coming months. And so we did.
She liked classical music, I liked punk rockWe had a long and meaningful relationship.
-- but we could dye our hair green and listenActually, it was long. I'm not sure what it
to the Boston Symphony Orchestra. She likedmeant. But I learned a lesson from all this:
long, lavish, gourmet meals - I likedCoke can keep you awake all night.Josh
breakfast in bed, lunch in bed, and supper inGreenberger: A computer consultant for over
bed -- but, if we got married, we could havetwo decades, the author has developed
a bed in the dining room and be together allsoftware for such organizations as NASA's
day. I just can't begin to tell you how muchGoddard Institute of Space Studies, AT&T,
we had in common.As we spoke, I complimentedCharles Schwab, Bell Laboratories and Chase
her on her rug. She said she didn't have aManhattan Bank. Since 1984, the author's
rug -- I was standing on her cat. I feltliterary works have appeared in such
really stupid. Her cat felt a lot worse.Sheperiodicals as The New York Post, The Daily
asked if I could run into the kitchen and seeNews, The Village Voice, The Jewish Press,
if there was anymore soda in the fridge. Iand others. His articles have ranged from
was afraid this would happen. I knew if Ihumor to scientific to topical events. Visit
helped her with that tray, I might soon behis site: shopndrop.



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