Frequent Citations

Irony?

Or merely symmetry?

This morning the doorman at the Plaza gripped a lottery ticket, eyes for nothing else as he scratched it off to reveal his fate.

 

 

Silk on the Sidewalk

Walking home today very, very late, I saw a woman walking toward me. In full kimono regalia. Very cool.

Dolphins and Jellyfish

I've run away to play hooky for a weekend. I'm with a few other girls in a house on the beach. Is anything more soothing than the ocean? We saw dolphins swimming really close to the shore. And this morning, the sand was dotted with jellyfish washed up by last night's storm. I'd never seen a jellyfish before. They really do look like jelly. I just got a new "tool," an iPad. I know, I know, I've sold out. But! Maybe, just maybe, it will let me get back to posting more regularly. I've missed you, though perhaps you haven't missed me too much. And I've missed the discipline of finding something moderately interesting in every day that is not just about the law or my family. Today, dolphins and jellyfish. Tomorrow, who knows?

Happy Independence Day

May we all relish it.

TFL and I plan to celebrate with ride this morning.  I'm watching a tug boat move one of the fireworks barges into place right now.  By the end of the day a sea of people will surround our building.  It's crazy, and amazing, to see.

So things, I admit, have been busy.  A fair number of all-nighters, and brain-dead comatose states when the pressure lets up for a few hours.  In comparison to what the next two months will be, it's been quite light, of course--a trial is looming in August. 

Anybody want to come out and keep TFL and Dogness (who fell in the Hudson this morning) company during the absolute worst month to visit out here?  I can promise heat, stink, and zero Citations sightings.

It's A Look

I pass a lot of swanky hotels on my walk to and from work.  Tonight I was walking home (while it was still light out!!) and a woman came out of one of these hotels, a 6' blonde.  She was curvy, not that young, and wearing a cream-colored lace . . . catsuit.  Full body catsuit, cream lace.

Wow.

Winter: It's Official

Today on my way to work, I saw snowflakes.

I also saw to gentlemen, a block apart, smoking pipes.  Seriously.  I haven't seen anyone smoke a pipe in eons, and there they are.  Two of them.

On my way home from work, I froze.  It's turned bitter, and it seems I have even less ability to cope with the cold than last year.  At this rate I'm going to be wearing an anorak and snowmobile boots when it's forty degrees out.

Jerry's (and Ben's)

Yesterday, Saturday, I walked to work after the sad -- if not unexpected -- loss to Ghana.  The temperature was stifling and the sidewalks teeming with tourists and residents, each in their own respective plumage.  It's always entertaining to see the outfits people put together.  As usual, I must have passed half a dozen ice cream trucks on my way.

But this morning when I went to work there was an enormous ice cream truck parked right in front of my office building -- not your dinky little roam-around-the-neighborhood truck, but a full semi.  Not only was it huge, but it was all tricked out like an ice cream parlor, and they had set up a little white picket fence around it, and employees in old-fashioned white caps like soda jerks used to wear (at least in the movies) swarmed all around it.  Ben and Jerry's, all set up to give out free ice cream.  It was too early and they were still setting up when I went by, but I'm sure they had plenty of takers.

I tell you, though, it was quite a sight.

Motivated: Not

For whatever reason (exhaustion, spring fever, dilettante tendencies) I feel unmotivated.  To do, pretty much anything.  Except admire the crocuses I saw blooming on my way to work. 

I feel that I should be wandering slowly through a park, perhaps sitting in a cafe reading a good book or knitting or just listening to the sound of TFL's voice over a salad and a glass of wine. 

I got half way home tonight, got a call from a partner, turned around and worked another 4 hours.  Then, when I got home, couldn't sleep.  Again. 

So I'm feeling scattered.  Unmotivated.  But the crocuses were lovely.

Jarring Fashion

Sometimes people exhibit a shocking lack of fashion sense, not to mention respect for fine design or other people's sensibilities.

This young woman was wearing carrying a lovely quilted Chanel bag in a camel color that picked up some of the tones in her short fur jacket -- so far, so good.  She was wearing rather forgettable black slacks with it, which could have been forgivable.  But. 

She was wearing sneakers.  Sneakers!  Not even black ones!  (Which, make no mistake, still would have been utterly unacceptable.)

You don't carry that bag while wearing sneakers.  It just doesn't work, and I'm not even really a true bag fan. 

And all she would have needed was a decent pair of sleek pumps to make the whole outfit sing.

Outfits

I love fall.  The weather is neither too hot nor too cold, there's plenty of football to watch, the holidays are near but not so close it's time to stress about getting ready for them.

The other day I saw two perfect and completely different fall outfits as I was walking to work. The first one I saw was the rocker/schoolgirl look, but somehow tastefully done.  First of all, the woman was the perfect age to pull it off, and had wild corkscrew curls without a hint of frizz, so that was pretty amazing right there.  Her outfit was thigh-high cuffed black leather boots, short plaid skirt, short black leather jacket over a black top.  With very simple, elegant makeup she looked great. 

The other outfit was the antithesis of rocker/schoolgirl, more of a Grace Kelly look with a winter-white jacket with a little peplum, a straight black skirt ending in a ruffle that precisely matched the lines of the peplum, and ivory peep-toed pumps.  She topped it all off with a clean updo for her hair.

One of the many things I enjoy about people-watching in this town is seeing outfits like those, precisely right from head to toe.

I tried on, fell in love with, and resisted buying another pair of shoes.  Black oxfords, with a 3.5" stacked wood heel and wing-tip detailing -- they were adorable and looked great with jeans.  Oh well.  They also cost half a plane ticket.