Sarah and the Felafel Vendor

Whodunit? Was it the Felafel Vendor?

Another dreary, rainy day in New York City. Well, that's not exactly true. It only started raining right before the commute home and ended as soon as I dragged my drenched body through the door of the apartment. Life is like that. But allow me to back track just a bit. The rainy weather may have been the perfect backdrop for murder, but for romance? Maybe there was something in the air (in NYC, what ISN'T...)? Maybe it was the thrill of standing beneath the ever-present scaffolding surrounding the Flat-Iron building breathing in the bus fumes? No. I'm sure it was the utter titilation of waiting for the Felafel vendor to dish up their delicious dinner that caused a young couple to block the path right in front of me while they made out. Not just an innocent kiss, but a full on sucking of the face leaving me no option but to wait for them to either pass out from lack of oxygen, or back track around the scaffolding through the rain to get by. Why is it that people are so, "look at me!"? Why do I hope they choked on the chickpeas?

Whodunit? Maybe it was Sarah?

Did anybody catch the finale of Will and Grace? It really struck a cord with me. So sad. Junior High and High School Sarah and I were nearly inseperable. Very Will and Grace. Then in college we began to drift apart. Now, I haven't talked to her in a couple years. I send her postcards every once in a while, but never hear back from her. Sarah, if you're out there, I miss you and think of you often. I will always love you!