If I told you that I have already scored a date, on Tuesday the 26th at 10 am, with a guy who is going to sacrifice some hours of his Christmas day to show me around in New York, would you believe me?
Of you course you wouldn’t. I don’t believe it either, but it’s true. His name is Richard.
He is a New Yorker. And how convenient that it is. I might still be a little tired after the flight Tuesday morning, but on the other hand, it’s nice to be able to have someone to follow while he explains me how to find my way in the city, where to find the things I want to find, and which things I should and should not do in New York. It is perfect timing really.
Richard is a Big Apple greeter. They just called me to confirm that he will pick me up on Tuesday. And I had 5 pairs of colleagues eyes on me while I was talking to them, writing down his name and telephone number. When I lay down the phone, slightly blushing, they asked me what was going on, and who I was dating in NY. And that I had to make sure to finish all my work, just in case I would never leave New York but stay there and live happily ever after. I’ll get back to how it was.
Now all I need is the fog to disappear from Heathrow on Monday so I can actually get to New York. Now where there are 2 charming men waiting for me over there.
I have the following about the above image, which is taken through the window of a shop next to the Ritz:
I had no idea Yves Saint Laurent was in love.
Nor that he made caviar, which is what it is.
I don’t really understand what caviar has to do with love at all to be honest, but maybe that’s because I never understood that much about Love to begin with.
But as you can see, Love is, in fact, all around. In London. I wonder how that is in New York.
It really does say 6 days until the Vertical Hour doesn’t it?