Since I wrote so much yesterday, today will be a day of images. (You may click on these bitches to enlarge them.)
Yesterday, when I finally left the office, I took pictures of the drummers in Grand Central. (I also took a video, which can be seen at the bottom of this post.)
Next time you’re in Grand Central, check out the Music Under New York. It’s really pretty cool.
(One day, I was walking to through GC and I guess I was tired. Some guy was playing the the theme song from Titanic and I started to cry. I have a gay man living inside me.)
Here they are again. I am not sure how these men do it. It’s so hot down there.
Remember this post? about Planet Japan Thailand? This gaggle of giggly girls were standing outside of there last night looking pretty. As we passed them on our way to dinner, I snapped a picture. At which point, Toby Joe said, “Man, I got a yeast infection just looking over there.”
This next one is for 20-Incher. (Inside joke, folks. Don’t attack me.)
(My gift for you, Gerry.)
Gerry was amazed at the tightness of her pants. Yeah, OK. right, her “pants”. (And by the way, I didn’t get that close to her butt. It’s a crop of the above picture. I’m not a perv.)
Toby Joe and I were a little more intrigued by this. I think I can safely say that I will exit planet Earth without ever having worn a tiara. That’s about all I can definitively say about myself, however. Oh and I won’t ever have a penis.
This morning, I ran into this weird display sitting on the street and I thought to myself, “I wonder if the litterbugs behind this were with those ladies from last night.”
Lastly, I give you a video of the GC Drummers. (3.2 mgs with sound, too).
Love the video…wish it was longer so I could rock out here in my office.
You know, I was going to keep it going but then I started thinking it might be too much to download. Next time, my dear Sarah. Next time. :]
it’s good to know that Pippy wasn’t the only one not wearing underwear yesterday.
I’ve gone too far, haven’t I?
Not if you still have your underwear on.
Underpants are overrated.
i see string.
Wow. See, wow. How skank-o-licious of them. That looks like an episode of Reno 911. I’m expecting Lt. Dangle to be one of those gals in “disguise”. “Deep Under Cover”.
Next time you’re down there slip the guy in the brown t my number. He’s kute with a kapital ‘k’
And, for the record, most of the gay men I know were rooting for the iceburg.
donald, you’re awesome. The only reason I wrote that was because Supon (my old boss) used to listen to Celine Dion at TOP VOLUME all the time at work. That song has a special place in my head thanks to him.
But he was a tacky gay man. Totally the opposite from you my stylish friend.
I will slip that guy your number. However, it might be more fun if you come visit me and I’ll take you down there myself. :]
I love Music Under New York. My favorite performer is the guy who dances to Latin music with the life-size doll strapped to his feet. He’s usually at Herald Square. Oh and the guy with the clear fiberglass electric violin, he’s pretty cool.
I just watched the video – so cool. I loved visiting NY for stuff like that – especially all of the singing on the trains!