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).