One thing I noticed which kind of surprised me was that there were a lot of british people down there. Secondly, the homeless people there do not mess around. One homeless man was shouting sexual slurs to another male passerby. Thirdly, lots and lots of bars which creates lots and lots of drunk people who drunkly say/yell things.
For instance. I was walking with my friends to a restaurant walking towards us was a belligerently drunk man. He pointed to me, drink in hand, and said, "hey you, I like you. You're sexy. I have a video camera, (then yells) we can make a lot of money." I cannot describe how mortified, creeped out and disgusted I was. I can only imagine the expression on my face. I just kept walking and wanted to get the hell out of there.
I realized two things. One, I felt like a 60 year old yuppie who was appalled by the people and behavior of the Lower East Side. This further proves that an old woman inhibits my body. Two, at least I come off as attractive. Just saying. I sound so narcissistic but I don't get that affirmation a lot. I'm a sad person. I know. I can live with that.
It's safe to say last night was quite an adventure. I'm not sure if Granny Catherine can go for another right away. Maybe next month. Yup, that sounds good. For now I'll eat my early bird special dinners, go to the movies at a reasonable hour, and retire to bed around midnight.
Be safe kids, I know I'll try.
-Catherine
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