I love New York ...

I just do.

Not ready to go back to Philly.

(Just as a side note - right now, as I type this, my husband is barking and my niece is meowing.)

Yesterday was a good day. Lovely weather (still a little sticky hot but compared to the day before, really can't complain). Walked around the neighborhood for a while, and then met Denizen/Cellmate Alexis for lunch. First time we'd met after years of online communities. She's incredibly cool, and we had a great time.

We then headed off to the TKTS line. We'd heard about this new "plays only" line, which I'd not only heard about from a friend, but read about on their website. Much shorter line - yay! Well, we just barely made it - right after we jumped into this ultra short line, they declared that there was no such thing as the plays only line and all lines sold all tickets. Not entirely sure what the point was, then, but we were glad we'd been able to hop into it.

From there, back to the apartment to cool off ... where, after having gotten up way too early in the morning, we both promptly fell asleep on the sofa.

Bill cooked a fabulous dinner ... majorly not on my diet, but it was yummy. We ran off to the theatre, where we saw Harriet Harris and Margaret Colin in OLD ACQUAINTENCE. The play was a little dated and left more questions than it answered, but the acting was fabulous.

Then back to the upper west side, where we sat down for coffee and dessert (ok, so figuring my diet was shot to hell for the day, I had a few bites ... yum.) And we just sat and watched the endless parade of people and their dogs, and just soaked it up. We acknowledged how much we wanted to live there some day, and at the same time, how if we did, we probably would never remember to take the time to sit and people watch ... or at least, we'd do it about as often as we go to the beach in LA. Life gets in the way. I know that.

But we started being very specific in telling the universe what we wanted, and how we wanted to accomplish it. An impromptu wish list. Wish list? Is that right? Maybe more ... list of goals. Short term. Long term. Out loud. For the universe to hear, clear as day. And if it was too vague, we'd narrow it down ... 'cause we wouldn't want the universe to come at us sideways, leaving us beaten, going "well, technically it IS what we asked for ..."

And the evening ended with us getting into the elevator with a woman walking a golden retriever-standard poodle mix ... a gorgeous, sweet, slightly goofy dog.

Now that's a good day.