PASSING FOR NORMAL

I'm in a New York state of mind...

it had just happened not so long ago. She had to be out that night, in good spirit nonetheless. She met a swell gang of New York upper east so-called intellectuals, the "last Boheimans" as she calls them. As every gang is, they were of odd ages and interests. she particularily gazed upon the unappealing, almost depressing demeanor of Mrs. Finland over there compared to the running theme of the night with the blinding bourgeois gold and the newly enhanced breasts popping out of Dr. Schnessler's wife's maroon bustier. Four years of Greenwich Village misfits and mishapps and she is still learning. How did i end up here she thinks as the loud voice of that abnoxious woman brings her back "i finished my wine darling, let's go for a drink at the corner bistro". She thinks about home, her unpretentious little space. She has not finished the paint job she started earlier that week. The cat must be making a big mess. "Come on darling, it is not gourmet but i like the red room at the plaza, the cocktails are divine".New York, New York...The village, Cosmopolitans, the Metropolitan, central park...The small spirits and the big brands..union square, Chelsea and the strandopening nights and Broadway's lightsMr. New York is here too...She loves her city...At least for now..Till we meet again..This will be my home,my life, my love, my city...