Overheard (Or, Panty Mouth)

I overheard these two ditties last week on the street...I'm still hoping that I somehow misheard these.

ELDERLY MAN (to TWO ELDERLY WOMEN): For Christ's Sake, will you stop arguing about those goddamn panties already.

Yes...panties.

and...

CONTRACTOR ON 8TH AVENUE (to A HOARD OF OTHER CONTRACTORS): Yeah...my son's gonna move to this neighborhood and when he does...man! These dudes are going to be all over him. It's going to be nuts I tell you. I'm so happy for him.

Thanks for the Father's Day gift...now go get laid.

Year of the Ox (Or, Happy New Year Better Than Wishes)

Well, since I'm short on words and still stuck in a visual headspace that doesn't lend itself to blogging...here are some photos I took a couple of weeks ago at the Chinese New Year's Day Parade in Chinatown. I did bang my way through some excellent pork dumplings and ribs at Baby Buddha (which is thankfully still standing strong in the far West Village) with my girl Courtney D'Amico-DeMarko.*

*Hearts, Mandee!