Afternoon all.

I slept-in this morning.  It felt so good. 

It’s nearly 4pm, and I just ordered myself a very late lunch here at Brother Jimmy’s BBQ.  Funny thing about this place, it is without a doubt the noisiest restaurant I know, and yet I always feel so at peace here. Reading, writing, blogging are no problem at all.  Then again I am not one of those people who must have total silence to create.  Back in ye olde school days I did all my assignments with several TVs going at once.  My family loved TV, no make that they lived for TV.

I’m about 90% sure I’m going to see Carnage today.  Perfect title.  Two sets of parents meet to talk about a playground incident between their kids.  If you have or raised kids your skin should have gone goose pimply by now.

Just finished my Blackened Catfish – delish.

Now to make my way downtown.

Ciao for now my darlings.

So happy I chose to start my day with trip to the The Museum of the City of New York.  The Cecil Beaton exhibit was somewhere beyond amazing. My eyes teared up.

After exploring a few more exhibits,

I headed down to the auditorium to see some Sword Dancing teams perform.

Now I’m breaking for late lunch, and planning my next move.

Ciao for now my beautiful bloggy buddies

10am on the button.  The mobiles and camera are  charging.  My clothing is all laid out.  Just so you know the next three days are going to be all about the big girl aka moi.

I’m thinking about making The Museum of the City of New York my first stop.

Then maybe hop the 6 train down to SoHo for a bit of a gallery crawl.

Tonight I’m on The Ride at 8, and then afterwards I’m meeting up with my amazing ladies from DC for cocktails and lots and lots of talk.  Whoooooo Hooooooo.

It’s going to be a helluva great day and weekend.

Okay, going to check email and stuff till all the charging indicators turn green for go.

The Ride

Dialog in the Dark

Recently I discovered the Goldstar site. Last weekend I got two Blood Manor RIP tickets for the price of one, which meant the ax wielding zombies and ghouls had two chances to get me.  They were fast, but this haunted house fan was just a little faster. 

This weekend I have tickets to the two venues above.

The Ride is an intertactive 75 minute tour of New York, that features film and live actors.  The bus has stadium seating and 40 screens.  And I can not wait to immerse myself in the experience tomorrow night at eight.

Sunday will find me heading downtown to the South Street Seaport for Dialog in the Dark.  This “tour” of New York is confined to a gallery space.  Once you enter the darkness you will experience NYC as the blind do every day, complete with canes. The tour’s guides are all blind/legally blind.

I am more than a little nervous about Dialog in the Dark. And that surprises me because I love haunted venues – the darker and creepier the better.  But this is not about actors dressed as ghouls chasing you.  This is about facing every day life without benefit of sight.

I have often seen the blind waiting patiently on busy street corners for someone to cross with them, or help them get in a cab.  They never seem fearful at all.

A blind person once told me, I never worry.  I just stand still.  Someone will always be along.

Much bloglove to all.

Four Great Big Shiny Stars.  No wait – make that five.

This evening I watched that video of a dad shotting multiple bullets into his daughter’s laptop.  Seems she posted a real rant about the parent units on her Facebook page.  She thought her dad, who works in IT by the way, wouldn’t see it.  Bad call kiddo.

A few months back while sitting in a cafe with my IPad, I was approached by a woman who asked me if I knew anything about the blogs. I told her I did. 

My son has one of those, and he writes bad things about me and his father.  I saw it on his computer, but don’t know how to find it again. He wrote our real names too.

Her English was heavily accented, her eyes tearing up, her lower lip quivering.

I asked him to please stop. And I wonder if he did. I don’t know how to use computers good.

It was obvious she was too ashamed to ask a friend to help her.

What’s his name?

My guess it was a Blogger blog because she said ‘the blogs.’ That meant she had seen the word.

The kid had a very long, very fancy name, and Google returned his blogspot in a nanosecond.

The last post he wrote was a rant fest. It was, however, the one his mom read, and there hadn’t been anymore since then – over three months.

Can you make it disappear? she whispered.

Not without the email and password he used. But remember no one you know has mentioned seeing this right?

She nodded yes.

So then it’s a good bet no one will. I said in my most confident tone. Tiny ladies like her always seem to feel better when a big gal with some brass tells ‘em so.

We chatted mom stuff for a little while, then she hugged me with her eyes and left.