Friday, July 16, 2004
( 9:22 AM ) teahouse
Above it All
Last night I poured myself a glass of wine, put on a t-shirt and boxers and fuzzy slippers, opened my kitchen window, and crawled outside onto my fire escape.
My fire escape is small and narrow and precarious, but I love to go out there and perch out there and people watch. It's like having my own balcony, in the middle of Manhattan.
Below were the sounds of the nightclub and bars across the street: music pulsing, voices rising and falling as young men and women did their mating and courtship dances over beers and cosmopolitans.
Smells wafted up, from the Italian restaurant across the street, the Japanese restaurant below, the perfume of a thousand girls and the cigarette smoke mixing and drifting into the atmosphere.
I sipped my wine and sighed in contentment and peace...listened to conversations and gossip from groups of people clustered below.
I got some good juicy stuff - Bianca is cheating on her boyfriend Mike with his friend Jeff, but Mike doesn't know. Mark thinks Jessica has a nice ass, and is trying to get up the nerve to ask her out.
So don't gossip on streetcorners; you never who know might be listening from 10 feet above you.