That lonely feel I suddenly felt last night in New York after seeing all those lovers and celebrating friends and family, didn't last very long. In fact, I think it fell from the top of the Empire State last night to never be seen again.
So used to having blond roast at Starbucks in San Francisco, I am not sure if it even exist at W 39th & 8 Av Starbucks. The two black girls looked at me as if I had lost my color, dignity and race....so I settled instead for a Americano and everything is now hunky dorie with them...
I am most impressed with Chelsea and an extended HighLine....I believe when they NYC is a city that doesn't sleep, they mean that because you can find about anything open to fulfill your needs all night...In my Chelsea hood alone, you could always run down to CVS or Rite Aid or Walgreens or a diner at 4:30 a.m. if you want too....