The Right Weather To Play It Quick
By Bryan May
Safety in assumptions and harm
in planning ahead. Well, you can’t blame a person for
planning ahead, as you never want to delve into something
100% haphazardly, but maybe quarterlyhazardly or some hazard
of comparable strength is acceptable. Exercising my
quarterhazard, I decided to return to New York, the site of
the ?th annual Ad:Tech conference. I enjoyed such a
pleasantly brisk stay in November, I decided a
semi-immediate return was imperative. So I went for the end
of ’04 and beginning of ‘05, but was slightly let down this
time by the moderate 50-degree days and lack precipitation.
I could’ve stayed in Los Angeles for that type of
relative-to-the-December norm scorching scene! I wanted the
blustery shriveling icicle-fest that I had been promised.
No romantic New Years kiss in New Years York, no stalagmites
hanging off my earlobes, not even a g damn screaming strike
of midnight maniacal explosion on my part, as I was
urinating in the alley, attempting to run back to the party
streaming all the way. But I was too late. I was pissing
when the clock struck. Oh well. Better than last year, I
was sick and sleeping while my gal was out at a party
looking her loveliest. “Gorgeous,” I spoke of her to my
mother the next day, and I don’t quote things like that to
my mother. We have one of those, “Bryan will be a virgin
until age 40” type of relationships. Hey, here’s
something. While staying at my hotel in Times Square, how
come I heard like ten New Years countdowns? Was it
practice, or was it that the New York squad counts down for
a number of different time zones? I think it’s the latter,
that the setup is the massive hordes of people count down
multiple times for all the thugs watching at home from
myriad countries, time zones and farmlands. It’s awesome
how you can near “walk into” things like the Empire State
building over there in NY. I mean, I’m just trotting along
5th or whatever, and all of a sudden I walk
underneath a green overhang that reads, “Empire State
Building.” Then I look up, and well, the giant building is
upon me! Also, maybe it’s fashion, maybe form, maybe
weather, maybe tradition, maybe culture. But I think the
most striking difference between the West and East coast
style is footwear. Seemingly every man has on some form of
dress shoes in New York, where in LA, San Diego, or San
Francisco, it’s flip-flops or tennis shoes or some type of
dingy open-toed affair. Hell, I even walked by some bums
lying in the alley, drenched in fresh New Years urine who
were rocking black dressies!
Bryan May
bmay@emarketmakers.com
