I’m hanging in New York City today. Sometimes I wonder why I don’t live here. Cold Diet Dr. Pepper on every corner, girls handing out Maybelline mascara by the bucket in Times Square…
I was in a cab yesterday, headed to the Upper East Side with my cabbie talking a mile a minute about Kadafi’s U.N. debut when we passed by Times Square, where I saw a human mascara walking around. Hordes of girls followed the mascara costume around handing out Maybelline’s. Come on, that’s MY mascara. I leaned out the window and yelled
*Over Here! Over heeeere! I’m out of mascara! I love you Maybelline, I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth!*
The sweet little interns just smiled and waved. For a minute or two I literally debated leaving my luggage in the taxi and making a run for the mascara. And then my senses returned and I realized that leaving my luggage, filled to the brim with hundreds and hundreds of dollars worth of M.A.C. makeup in the car with the cabbie to make a grab for $5 mascara? Not a good idea.
In other news I’m having an amazing time. I love this city, especially in the Fall.