I am in New York City. The Big Apple. And I am a fish out of water. They say in NYC you can people watch as entertainment. I realized last night that I am not only one of the spectators, but a specimen as well.
Mainly it is that fact that I say "sweetie" and have drawl out my words with my twang from the hills of Kentucky. It makes me sound like I walked straight out of "Steel Magnolias"
But none of this bothers me. Because while I might get stares and questions, the people here are loving and accepting. No one judges, they just accept. And love you not in spite of your differences, but because of them.
They don't hate, they appreciate.
So my friend, we will call her Rand McNally, took me to this fab restaurant with a real Manhattan culture last night. She knows the City like the back of her hand and wears it like a glove. She is NYC -- young, hip, cool, accepting. I just love me some Rand McNally.
Anyhoo, we were sitting in this warehouse type restaurant where all the door were up so while we were INSIDE eating, it was completely open to the outside. For my country friends, it was like we were in a barn with all the barn doors open. For my small town friends, it was like we were at the gas station with all the garage doors open. Okay, now you get it.
Anyhoo, we were sitting there eating rare meat and I KID YOU NOT, a man in a red leotard riding a unicycle (and wearing a thong, but this is a G site so I will not go into detail here) rides right in a sits at the bar.
Oh you know I could not contain myself. I just HAD to meet him.
He is the pinky rider and he rides the streets of NYC spreading joy and love.
Oh yes, we became close and tight "pinky friends" right away.
I think I might love NYC.