I had sex in that building

[Dixon Carter Lee]

My five days walking around New York brought forth a flood of single guy memories, and I found myself walking around Hell's Kitchen and the Village looking up at the brownstones and saying "I had sex in that building, and I had sex in that building, and I had sex in that building, and I had sex in..."

So, I'm back. And I had a major blast.

New York's changed quite a bit. I swear they should put a sign on 42nd Street that says, "Welcome to Epcot Center". The only thing missing was a virtual reality rollercoaster ride.

There are 10 TIMES the number of tourists wandering through my former backyard. They're very nice, and seem to be enjoying themselves, but they've seriously encroached upon the locals bars, and I finally had to get out of midtown just to have a drink with some actual New Yorkers.

I saw some old friends with whom I picked up a ten year old conversation as if no time has passed. I saw an old lover (and her new husband), and we chatted pleasantly on the couch we used to make-out on. LOL I walked through Central Park in the rain, not caring how wet I was, looking for a piece of my soul that I left there near Bethesda Fountain (found it). I ate pizza while walking down 7th and let the grease drip on my shoes. I picked up a friend after her show and stood on a Broadway stage next to the ghost light looking out at the glorious house and remembered why I started acting. I heard jazz at Birdland, latin music at Le Bar Bat, folk at the Back Fence, and, best of all, "Silver Bells" blown from a guy working a sax around midnight across the street from St. Patrick's. I rode the subway just so I could take a ten minute nap in the middle of the day, lulled to sleep by the screeching, rumbling, lurching IRT ("Lullabye of Broadway" anyone?). I saw the original Soup Nazi, and, yes, he is just like the guy on Seinfeld.

I saw and did and reminiced way too much to bore you with here (too late), but I am very glad to be home.

So -- what I miss?

 

[Sparky Kronkite]

What'd ya miss?

Me in NYC ya maroon.

I love Le Bar Bat. Strange place. Did you happen to go down stairs - all the way down - to the disco for middle-aged sexual deviates? Man! Too weird. But I like the upper most back bar there the best. Met a guitar player on tour with Foreigner there once - and some of those female waitrons there - whew! Hot shit!.

Did you get in the Virgin mega store? I have a friend who's DJing there in that booth. She's got to where short skirts and disco boots and dance to the music. Makes zip money. Show biz in the Big Apple.

Hell, being a tour guide at Radio City is show biz here.

And me too......

Something about the Subway and cabs over the potholes too - puts me right out. On any given stressful day - I dream of getting in a warm cab (with a driver who does not smell like curried goat) and take a nap.

Good New York, secret stuff.

Later.

 

[Shylady]

Welcome back Dixon

 

[Dixon Carter Lee]

Thanks, ShyLady. Nice to be back.

I didn't go all the way downstairs, Sparky. But I don't think I would have found any deviates (too bad), as the whole place was rented out by IMG for a private party. And, yes, the girls behing the bar, at least, were quite stunning.

I did pop into the Virgin Mega-Store, but only because I thought it was the Goddamn MOVIE THEATRE that used to be there. I can't believe there are no movie theatres left in Times Square (besides the Lowes and the ugly Mega-Plex they stuffed onto 42nd and 8th). One of the great perks about living two blocks from Times Square was that I could leave my apartment at any hour of the day and see almost any movie I wanted to. Not no mo'.