December 16th, 2006
|01:05 pm - new york scenes|
Here are 18 more phone pictures of NYC, mostly subway signage but some lovely neon and a Debbie Gibson shout-out as well.
Now here's one of about a zillion stories I have about three days in Manhattan.
1. Couples Skate
We've been trying in vain to find a spot overlooking the Rockefeller Center ice rink without taking the route you're supposed to take to get down to the prime viewing areas. We end up standing behind a row of giant statue toy soldiers, behind the constantly flapping shiny flags, and can see most of the ice. We've arrived just as they're shooing away the current crop of skaters.
"Couples skate!" Renee jokes. "Couples only on the ice, please!" I echo. But first it is Zamboni time, and I cheer the jolly ice-smoothing machine as it makes a few passes around the rink. A fellow next to me cheers the Zamboni as well; so does a third man further on down the railing. It must be a guy thing.
We're still making "couples skate" jokes when the Zamboni leaves. The music starts up and it's that godawful "All-Time High" song. It really is Couples Skate, apparently, or at least Couple Skate. A well-dressed fellow brings his nervous girlfriend out on the ice alone, and they make a circle or two around the rink as the music plays. I don't even want to know how much he paid to get that moment alone on the ice. And, when a porter skates up bearing a bouquet of roses and hands a small box off to the gentleman, you realize he didn't pay just for a moment of skating without having to weave through the hordes of falling-down tourists.
He gets down on one knee, a difficult thing to do when you're on ice skates and don't do fancy tricks all that often, and opens the box before the woman, who of course immediately registers shock and surprise, and embraces the fellow in a big clinch once he stands back up. The crowd starts to "awwwww" and clap, except for a voice right next to me.
"DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE DIED FOR THOSE DIAMONDS?"
The voice (for benefit of Nanda) belonged to the person holding my hand at the time. I already was smitten with her. But at that point I got smittender.
(You and Renee, not the ice proposal people.)
Last week somebody proposed to his girlfriend at Renee and I's favorite 80's new wave and punk night. Right after the burlesque performer came out and twirled her tasssles he got up on stage and pooped the question. Now that's how I want to be propsed to, with beer, The Ramones and frontal nudity.
!!! I missed a Toast propsal?!
I also really like the term "pooped the question." ;)
Yeah, it was actually really cute.
And although pooped the question was one of my infamous titles, I think it might express my feelings about traditional matramony more directly.
i mean, infamous TYPOS, TYPOS!!!!
i think i just need a helper monkey to type everything for me from now on.
Okay, so Friday night, I *also* saw a proposal on the ice at the Rock. Quite the trend, I suppose. I mean, we were only there for like 10 minutes, and there it was. Maybe it's the same couple and it's an hourly show? :)
You know, I was thinking just that. Nothing like a daily proposal to give the tourists something to write home about. Two nice, clean-cut actors in need of work, hey presto, they're out there every day at 11:17 am and 3:19 pm, skating around to "All-Time High."
It's just so plausible it'd probably work.
Ours didn't happen quite like that, but still. As they were clearing the ice (right as we arrived overhead), my brother thought it was because skaters were being let on in shifts. I thought that was silly and suggested perhaps it was zamboni time. When one couple remained, I wondered if maybe something was being filmed.
But dammit, now *my* cutesy post on it is going to be entirely different than it might have been.
It'd make a great short story. Two folks who enact this little drama two or three times a day.
But let's make it a charming Hollywood flick. So of course this couple would start out completely hating each other's guts. Maybe they have a past together. Maybe they just don't like each other. But by the end of the Christmas season, wouldn't you know it? They fall in love. The big climax comes on their last skate out when she proposes to him, for real!
And then a voice from far up behind the toy soldiers hollers "DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE DIED FOR THOSE DIAMONDS?"
Wonderful. But the shouty guy was a wanker.
I am using the word 'wanker' far too much at the moment.
The shouty 'guy' was my date, and I was compeletely charmed by her outburst.
For serious. I guess I didn't put enough context in that last bit there.
Oh sorry. I guess I needed the context.
Wait. Compeletely? Shee. I need caffeine.
*giggle* Can we nickname the 'guy' "Shouty" now, can we can we??!
Phonemonkey very amusing