When I was little, and my family would come visit NYC on vacation, I used to imagine that one day I would move to NYC and actually live here, so that I could eat a hot dog from a street vendor or see a Broadway show whenever I wanted to.
And now, every once in a while, while I'm walking home from work, I realize or remember that I used to have such a dream - that I would be walking home from work, in New York City - and that's what I'm doing right then, at that very moment - walking home, along 57th Street.
But then I remember that my dream from my youth (hell, my dream from now) was that I'd have a 2,000 square foot loft in SoHo that I could actually afford. And an office with a window and a view.
Oh well. At least I can get a hot dog whenever I want to.
Posted by Jon at April 26, 2003 10:49 PM | TrackBackthat's very sweet :)
off topic: what do you like on your hotdogs?
Posted by: Nina at April 27, 2003 03:56 AMI actually don't even remember the last time I had one. Especially not from a street vendor. But I'm not particular about what I have on them. Mustard, Kraut, Chili-Cheese, it's almost all good. But I'm usually not up for a plain dog with only ketchup.
Posted by: Jon at April 27, 2003 07:24 AM