{ Wednesday, November 12, 2003 }
We are here in NY at the Millenium Hilton which overlooks Ground Zero. Stewart is sicker than sick, it started on the plane, reached a crescendo at the airport. The customs line was out of control -- three widebodies expelled a great circus of exhausted and nasty travellers, after a bit I asked if we could jump the line and they let us. We got into a cab and had to pull over onto the shoulder of the Van Wyck, which is kind of insane, 85 MPH traffic screaming by in a reek of exhaust. Better than puking in the cab, I've done that, ew (subway too, rush hour).
I used to live near here, on N. Moore St, and then on B'way and Walker, but haven't been in this neighborhood since. I got lost looking for a strawberry milkshake for Stewart, which is all he wanted. I guess I'll go to bed early, it's midnight here. Stewart is already sleeping, and feeling better, though a bit cold.
LINK | 8:50 PM | TB
that happened to me at sxsw last year. when you are sick, you just want to be at home. i hope he is feeling better soon.
denise | November 13, 2003 5:43 AMYikes. Hope he's up and about soon so you can both enjoy your time here.
language hat | November 13, 2003 9:31 AMWe can only imagine the ad campaign for the movie:
[Erratic, unidentifiable black-and-white images]
Woman's voice: I used to live here.
[A man's pale face, through the window of a cab.]
Woman's voice: I got lost looking for a strawberry milkshake.
[Cutaway: Crowds in Times Square]
[Cutaway: Cabs zooming by]
[Cutaway: Ground Zero]
Man's voice: New York Nausea. Coming soon.
Plurp | November 13, 2003 8:08 PMI took my daughter to the Millenium in the 90's to see the most beautiful buildings ever. We stayed in a room facing them, so high that the 2 towers went out of sight both ways, up and down, and just magnificent. The collection of experience is not to ponder tragedy but the wonderful workings of mankind.
wwwa | November 23, 2003 4:03 AM{ Post a comment }
folks, what you got here is a love story. The very definition of what love is in found within.
Love is not when you meet, get those butterflies in your tummy, it is not when you have hot month long sex, take romantic holiday's, get a puppy...NO. This is not love.
Love is when you get lost in NYC trying to get your man a damn milkshake cause he is sick and puking...
now, that's love.
2 points for caterina.
lincoln | November 12, 2003 10:47 PM