My Sunday

My Sunday didn’t begin well.

It took me TWO days to figure out the reason why my cats were suddenly so interested in a pipe in the bathroom was because there was a mouse in it.

I was going to shake the mouse into the toilet and flush it, but thank God I realized the poor thing might still be alive.

So I put the pipe in the hall with a note to my neighbors, hoping the mouse would be gone when I came back and HE WAS. So today, I saved a mouse, which felt really good.

Yay me!

Then I met my friends Gary and Diana and their son Justin for brunch.

(Chris, I had eggs benedict, which came with the best french fries, orange juice and a fruit salad.)

That’s Justin with Elmo. Justin knows that Mercury is the closest planet to the sun and can count to ten in Japanese.


Then we walked around my bizarro neighborhood, which used to be all this.

But now right next door to this …

… is an outdoor cafe and a DJ. Weirdly, this is not as bizarre as to me as the transformation of Bleeker Street, which is now all designer shops I think I mentioned. I live a half a block from two Ralph Lauren boutiques and three Marc Jacobs, just to give you an idea.

Although I guess the meat market which used to be, well, meat and transvestite and transsexual prostitutes, turning into one of the most expensive places to live in town is kinda strange, too.

It’s been true for years and it still gets me every time I walk through. (I don’t live in the meat market area, but next to it. My exact neighborhood is SO pretty.)

After that I met Howard in Union Square and I helped him with his book stuff for two seconds and then we spent ten minutes at least on mine.