Friday, July 13, 2007

Hob Nobing with the Rif and Raf

You see one of the problems in New York is that you do not view the insanity from a nice safe distance. A few square feet of Nissan or BWM safety glass between you and the escapees from Ripley's Believe It or Not!

No, in New York you don't gently wonder how long it has been since that crazy person driving the Gremlin has washed, Here you are walking and he is not driving a Gremlin and you can tell that it has been approximately 3 weeks since he and soap made an acquaintance. And, in that 3 weeks, he has partaken of Indian food. A lot.

Most tourists in the sweaty summer of New York stink. Overweight, older Texas women tend to smell excessively of Jean Natee liberally applied to cover a slightly musty smell. Overweight Russian men tend to smell of European sausages and old gym socks. The French (from the elderly to the pre-pubescent) smell of musk doused with bad perfume topped off by the aroma of smug self-satisfaction. Germans smell of clean sweat. You know, they go into the sauna every morning to sweat out all the toxins, so just the clean sweat is left. Which isn't be bad unless they rub up against you and all their clean sweats sticks to you.

It is all so... so .... glamorous.