Well it's only been a couple of weeks since my whirlwind trip to NYC and I've been in a bit of a funk since I got back. It doesn't help that Mercury is in retrograde and there was a wicked full moon last week. I was close to turning from Moody Girl to a full on beast.
Anyway New York City was a-m-a-z-i-n-g! It makes Toronto look like a sleepy little town in comparison. There was so much excitement, lots of hustle and bustle, masses of people everywhere and a lot of tall, skinny bitches. Of course, there were museums, galleries, the best retail stores, restaurants and tall skinny bitches. I think I developed a bit of a complex after visiting. Suffice to say I'm not tall or er skinny, but in my head I sometimes think of myself as both (if that makes any sense). Well that particular delusional view didn't quite translate in NYC as I would every so often get a quick glance of my reflection. Yikes! Obviously there was something wrong with the glass and mirrors in New York as I seemed to appear a lot shorter and wider. Now I happen to be petite (don't like short) and curvy but fit (okay I'm working on the fit part) but because I'm small boned, I tend to give myself a pass more often than I should. Anyway, since I've been back, I've done a couple of workouts, I hope I can continue this rigorous routine.
The Complicator drove us everywhere and kept snapping at me the whole time as apparently I was unable to read the minuscule print on the map, walking too slow blah blah blah. Oh well, the price you pay for going on a trip with him. Of course he did enjoy my company, that's how he expresses his affection, by bossing me around! We were up at 7 am and didn't return to the hotel till well after midnight every day/night. The Complicator kept saying, "There is so much to do and to see". Yeah whatever, "You're killing me you stupid maniac", is what I was thinking. We barely spent any time at the lovely hotel we stayed at and missed cocktail hour there daily, due to his fanatical schedule.
Okay it was really hot and there was a lot of walking. I wanted to look cool so I took my best outfits and shoes but they didn't serve me well in the heat. Wrong fabrics clinging in the humidity not so sexy when outlining the wrong curves. I ended up looking totally disheveled, hair pulled back in a high ponytail and not as sophisticated as I had envisioned. I had to eventually resort to my uncool but very comfortable sandals and looked even shorter at that point. The Complicator didn't have to do anything special, he was totally casual in T-shirt and shorts and was still getting looks from tall skinny bitches. The Complicator commented that the women were in sick shape, I snarkily replied, "I didn't notice".
Okay so my highlight wasn't sitting next to Mickey Rourke, having breakfast at a charming Belgian restaurant, but rather when The Complicator and I ran into Grant Bedford. Who is he you ask? Well he's one of the most eligible bachelors who resides in Toronto but as of the past year has been living in NYC. He also happens to be The Complicator's friend (and mine). Okay so it wasn't a completely fortuitous meeting. I happened to email him the night before we were leaving, casually mentioning that we would be in NY and wondering if he was available so that we could get together for a drink and catch up. Much to my sheer delight he responded favourably. I tried to play it cool in front of The Complicator but inside I was jumping for joy. Okay so Grant Bedford is kind of like every character Hugh Grant has played, and there is something so charismatic about him that just makes me so happy anytime I'm around him. Ditto for The Complicator, he becomes a different person, much more likeable and fun (he is a Gemini after all). He's hardly that way with me these days. Anyway, I digress, Grant Bedford called The Complicator and suggested we meet in Williamsburg and go for dinner Saturday night. Yippee, I couldn't wait for Saturday night to come, Saturday was our SoHo day and we went to every gallery and store in the area until I was completely worn out by 6 pm. After the heat, the walking, the snippiness, I wasn't feeling as giddy by the end of the day. Then Grant Bedford changed the time from 7 pm, to 9 pm to 10 pm - I thought I was going to lose my friggin mind - come on already, I can't wait anymore.
Luckily there was a small window where I forced The Complicator to drive back to the hotel so I could freshen up, thank goodness for that. I was able to pull myself together and was finally pleased with the end results. I slipped back into my strappy heels even though my feet were killing me and wore my colourful va va voom dress. 10 pm finally came around and we met up in Williamsburg (oh yeah The Complicator was there too). There he was, just as youthful as ever with those dreamy brown eyes and boyish grin. However, Grant Bedford neglected to make reservations on a Saturday night, so we went to a few places before we could actually get seated. By the time dinner came around it was after midnight, but who cares about hunger pangs when you're with Grant Bedford. I felt like I was lit from within and grinning like a fool all night, so much so that The Complicator gave me a quizzical look a few times. I was laughing and so happy listening to Grant Bedford's narcissistic stories. Oh, he also mentioned that his current squeeze Tadpole (okay that's not her name) was moving in with him - yeah whatever, I totally blocked that out. Did I mention that I felt so confident and was getting a few looks at the restaurant and the waiter was totally flirting with me. It was a great confidence booster and just what I needed in the land of the beautiful people. Anyway, historically speaking, Grant Bedford has seen me with many different looks over the past decade and one thing has always been consistent, he always looks at me adoringly, like the first time we met. Seeing myself in his eyes was just what I needed to feel sexy again, and I did feel sexy. Half the time I forgot that The Complicator was even there. It was a magical evening indeed, the food tasted better, the wine tasted better, the ambiance was cozy, the music was perfect. A magnificent and memorable evening.
When Grant Bedford dropped us back at The Complicator's car, he gave me a kiss on both cheeks and just as I was exiting his car, he said, "I'll be back in Toronto in September, we should get together" the whole time eyes locked on me. You don't have to tell me twice, I've been counting the days since I got back!
Moody Girl Out.
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