Stacy Horn

I’m thinking I will go next week, in the middle of the afternoon when hopefully everyone in New York City will be at work. Actually, I don’t need an empty theatre. Just a theatre empty of rude people. Mostly, seat kickers. Or the people who knock you on the head with their purses as they go in and out of their seat and then don’t say excuse me. Or the people behind you who grab your chair to help themselves up. Talkers go without saying.

Who are these people who always so tastefully decorate outside their building? Thank you whoever you are. It looks lovely and it’s a pleasure to see.

We were talking about old IDs on Echo and I knew I had saved some of mine. I found this one from Tiffany’s, I believe the year is 1982, and I would have been 26 years old. Note the married name! I would NEVER take the man’s name again and I’m shocked that I did at the time. I instantly regretted it (not because of my ex-husband, a very nice and decent man who I consider a friend to this day).

I think I look so glamorous. It’s the makeup. In those days I bothered to put on makeup.

This is my NYU id, where I went to graduate school. The year is 1989, my last year and the year I started Echo. I was 33 years old and entering one of the happiest periods of my life.

I think I have a deer in the headlights look in this one. I also had a perm. Does anyone get perms anymore? Because I like how this looks, I’d consider getting one again. Are they still a thing?

Echo crashed yesterday (thank you Jonathan Kay and Alchemy Computer Solutions and Kevin Kroos). I never handled Echo problems very well, and it’s been years since we’ve had a problem like this and I haven’t changed a bit, it turns out.

I was happily researching at the Municipal Archives, and then the New York Public Library and I was blissfully unaware. And then I came home to DISASTER. It’s okay now. I’m trying to recover. Be strong, Stacy. Everything is okay now.

I took this on my way into the Archives yesterday. The Municipal Archives are to the left, and through that archway is One Police Plaza. Such a wonderfully dramatic part of town, I love going there. Law and Order films all over the place here.

I know I’m late to address this, but here is the video of Justin Trudeau welcoming Syrian refugees to Canada. This should have been us, this is supposedly what we stand for, but I’m glad there is someone and a country and people like this. Thank you Canada for picking up the ball we dropped. Good on you, as they say.

P.S. I think we might have to steal Justin Trudeau. I’m pretty sure he was actually born in America. First there was that cabinet and then his comments about women and now this. Yeah, pretty sure we can find some proof around here somewhere that he’s American.

Update: Now I’m just getting upset about this after seeing Trump’s ugly face on the front of the Times. Canada puts out this wonderful welcoming, tolerant, embracing face to the world, and we put out Trump’s ugly hateful face bleating on about shutting down the borders to all Muslims and calling Mexicans rapists.

The Christmas tree at the Metropolitan Museum, taken from the point of view I had when my choir sang beside it.

I know a lot of people hate SantaCon, and I am not happy with some of the participants (like the people who were assholes towards the Black Lives Matter protestors last year) but I do enjoy seeing kids dressed as Santas and Elves and some creatures I couldn’t identify. I think they’re mostly adorable.

But I am home and in bed before they get really drunk.

Being nice to the police is always the way to go. I wonder if cops think this is a fun detail to pull.

So this guy on the left is firmly in the category of “what the hell is that??” And the Bumble!

I did hear, “Let’s get drunk,” and “I want to get drunk,” a lot as I walked around, I must admit. Every bar was packed.

Elves texting Santa. “Do you really need us back at the North Pole? Because we want to get drunk.”

Santas and the Chrysler Building, my favorite New York Building.

This one made me laugh. Some girl begging a bouncer about something. A familiar site from my younger days.

I kept trying to get shots which capture just how many Santas are out there. I thought maybe three shots in a row might do it.