New York, New York

One of the things that has been impressed upon me about New York, that I actually really like, is that no matter how weird I feel like I am, there is someone doing something much weirder within a very small radius of me. This morning, I had an experience that confirmed this belief.

I was walking towards my office, in a good mood because of the fact that the weather has gotten nice enough to afford me to not wear a jacket. So I was singing along with my Ipod a bit. I wasn't terribly concerned about the weirdness factor, because I feel like it's pretty tame in comparison to lots of the things I see.

As I continue to walk (at this point, I wasn't singing anymore), I see a man in front of me. All of a sudden he stands directly in front of me and starts blowing me kisses. Weirdo. I was a bit startled by it, so I continued to go on past him.

After that, I started singing along again, because like I said, no matter what I do, there is definitely someone weirder very close by.