The Earring

Why is Soho so(ho) difficult to get to from my side of the island? (I am hilarious. But actually, it is.)

No time for a fulllll post, but today's Five Things of New Yorky Awesomeness:

1. On the 5 train there was a huge black man with a giant really cool looking gold earring that looked like Carrie Bradshaw's name necklace. Obvs, I edged closer to see what it said. IT SAID MY NAME. It was spelled "Stacy," but still. A big dude on the train was wearing an earring that said my name in gold script.

2. Starbucks let the public use their restrooms. And they are every block in this city. If you don't think this is awesome, you are just blatantly wrong. My mom said back in her day, they used to have to find hotels and pretend they were staying there to sneak into the bathroom.

3. Both today and the last time I used a Starbucks bathroom, I was sandwiched in between two groups of people: one speaking Hebrew and one speaking Mandarin. How does this happen? I mean I know the Chinese are the most populous dudes ever, but Israelis? And I know a (teeny tiny miniscule) bit of both languages. Awesome.

4. Three different people asked me for directions today, and I knew how to get to all three places (and I wasn't in a hurry, so I didn't even point without thinking in the direction opposite from where I was going, as sometimes happens). Boom. I am the directionmaster.

5. Random strangers also kept calling me "honey" and "sweetie" and such today. This is what happens when I let my roommates dress me. (Not-so-awesome things also happened from this, like train creepers staring at my patterny tights and then giving me creepy predatory smiles. But the show must go on.) Apparently all those psych classes were right: when you look cute, people are nicer to you. Who knew?