Even though I live every week of the year like it's Shark Week,
this week actually is and my luck is in full bloom since I'm missing it for the first year ever.
I interupted a tour group from Seattle yesterday just to tell them how amazing it was to hear English. They didn't share my all of my enthusiasm naturally, but only because they had a subway station tour to look forward to for their planned evening activity. Exciting!
I plan on going to museums and galleries all week, which is productive to do I suppose. Art museums are always good for the heart and mind, but for reasons besides the obvious. You can always go for your soul's dose of 19th Century Impressionism, like all the cute book club ladies, french retirees, art snobs, gardeners, wine tasters, collegiate introverts, gay couples, librarians, and other shy characters I spotted at a gallery yesterday. Or you could go figure out how easily you pull off the Heist of the Century, like me. Just let your mind wander and it will come back holding a different perspective's hand.
Speaking of jaws, the best lunch hardly any money can buy is a loaded baked potato. There are these stands called Captain Potato something that sell baked potatos for only 30 rubles which is maybe $1.50.
Great news right there.
Who is Rush Limbaugh? My mom might think she knows.
Sam Cooke knows soul. One night at the Harlem Square Club, he absolutely killed it.