A Little Excitement

About an hour ago, I was getting ready to fix myself some dinner when I heard the door open & saw on my security monitor a shirtless young man pacing the lobby.  It's 48 degrees outside and the lobby is only 4 paces by 3 paces, short trip.

I didn't bother with my weapon, because this just didn't seem like an occasion when I would have to shoot someone in the kneecap.

"I was just attacked ! he cried."  The kid, as it turned out, had stayed here a couple of nights ago and apparently was working with & now bunking with my "guests" in room three.  In tears he asked for the key to said room so he could get his stuff. " I was attacked and my shirt ripped off me.  I need to get in that room and get my stuff."  He was pounding his fists on the front desk while the tears ran down his face.  I lost interest around then.

"So sorry," I say to the weeper,"but you aren't a registered guest & I 'm not letting  you in the room."
"I need to call 911", he sobbed . I handed him a phone.  I'm a bitch, but not a heartless bitch.  He related his sad tale to  the police and cried that the "lady" at the Dixie Belle wouldn't let him get his stuff.  While waiting for the cops, he asked to call his fiancee long distance, so I gave him my cell.  I went back to my desk, but could hear him crying for sympathy from his lady love.

In the meantime, I called the DH, (because he hates to miss a little drama.)  The DH and the cops got here around the same time, so I let them sort it out and finished fixing my dinner.

Here's the boring tale.  The shirtless weeper & one of his roomies got drunk and argued over what ever young testosterone driven boys get intense about & the weeper got the worst of it.  After he described his suitcase and cell phone, the DH and a cop went in the room, retrieved his gear and sent him on his way to cry on his fiancee's shoulder.  Poor girl.

Most Comfortable Bra Ever?

Yeah, that's me.  I've been working out.

For months now, I've been on a mission to find a comfortable everyday bra.  The one I have loved for many years has been discontinued and my remaining stock is discolored, the elastic is sprung and they're basically unwearable.

On an internet search, I came arcross the "Coobie."  Get it?  A coozie for your boobies.  I immediately ordered two and after a trial run of 4 days declare the Coobie my new favorite bra. 

The deceptively thin straps hold the girls up quite well and are interchangeable with supplied clear straps which come in handy here in Florida where we wear relatively skimpy summer clothing.  One size fits all...I know...but I have to assume it really does. No wires, no hooks.  It slips on over your head.  The Coobie comes in a delicious assortment of colors, because the lace trim looks so cute peeking out.

I ordered two nudes, but will be going back to the website & getting some sassy colors.  Ah yes, price.  The scoop neck is $20.  I got the Vneck @ $22 and there's a bandeau also.

No one is compensating me here.  I'm just so happy that my girls are happy andI wanted to share.

Catching Up

I just finished this novelized history of New York City.  It was a good book, and it made me think of some of my more memorable trips to NYC. 

I was 19 years old on my maiden voyage to the big scary city.  I took the train from Trenton where I was at school.  I had a role in a production of the United States Steel Hour.  For all you kids out there.  TV was live in 1962 and you had to be there.  I stayed at the Barbizon Hotel For Women (just like the movie Stage Door, with Kathryn Hepburn and Ginger Rogers.)  The US Steel Hour drama was called "Street of Love" and starred Millie Perkins and Doug McClure, neither of whom talked to us lowly cast members.

Every broadway show I went to was memorable especially my first which was "The Unsinkable Mollie Brown", starring Tammy Grimes.

I had the real working girl experience when I stayed at a friends west side apartment while working as a model at the Catalina swim suit showroom.

Lunch at Windows on The World at the top of the world trade center with a gaggle of my misfit friends was a unique experience where we laughed until we cried and looking back on it a kind of surreal day.

I've watched football in Yankee Stadium (Army/Oklahoma), eaten in Chinatown, shopped in Bloomies, had a carriage ride through central park, ice skated at Rockefeller Center, enjoyed the MOMA and the Met, toured one of the largest transatlantic cruise ships in the world, rode the Staten Island ferry, and yes got thrown out of the Playboy Club and mistaken for a hooker at a hooker bar and way too much more to tell.

The day I took the DH to the city was exceptional.  We walked in Central Park, where he got taken by a hustler, saw "Le Cage Aux Folles" on broadway, and had dinner at the Rainbow Room at the top of Rockefeller Center where I must say, we were treated like royalty. 

Me and New York go back a long way. The city has always intimidated and excited me and my feelings in that respect probably put me in good company.