west side extraveganza

today my girlfriends and i decided to seize every minute of the day off from work, so we ventured to the west side for an early 9am breakfast of bagels and coffee. h&h bagels, supposedly the "best bagels" in nyc. that's debatable.

for one thing, when i asked the cashier for an everything bagel with egg and cheese, she responded,

"we don't do dat."

so, i said, "ok. how about a cinnamon-raisin bagel with plain cream cheese?"

"you getcha own tub'a cream cheese from da fridge ova daya."

"alright, well may i just have it toasted then?"

"we don't do dat neitha."

just a bagel in a bag. best bagel in nyc.

after smuggling our bagels into starbucks (since h&h had no seating), we headed to the movie theatre on 68th and broadway for a matinee!!!! priced flick. only $6, what a steal. we decided on 27 dresses, which i was curious to see since i am a mere 20 dresses away from being Katherine Heigl.

with 9 of us there, we were thoroughly entertained by each other as much as the movie. i even teared up a little at the end. it definitely satisfied the hankering for a quality rom-com. in a nut-shell, it was how to lose a guy in ten days, never been kissed, the wedding planner, runaway bride, and my best friend's wedding, rolled up into one nice little package of chick-flickyness. hollywood recycling, as i like to call it.

after the movie, some of us decided we enjoyed the sunny 20 degree weather, so we meandered down broadway to see what else the west side had to offer us. i was wearing a hat with a small brim, to keep the biting wind out of my ears, as well as to hide my 3-day unwashed hair. i had it so low on my forehead, that my vision of things ahead of me was slightly inhibited. i realized the danger in this the instant i had a head-on collision with a random pole. the thung of my skull hitting metal caught the attention of my friends and they hit the ground laughing before i even had the chance to register what had happened. it was pure, unadulterated slapstick.

we must of been rolling on the filthy sidewalk with tears streaming down our eyes for at least a couple minutes, when we were interrupted by a man's voice behind us.

"everything alright here, ladies?"

we looked up to see a police officer cowering over us.

"is there a party going on here that you didn't invite me to?" he said.

no, we say, and explain to him that i just ran smack-dab into a pole.

"you're sh--ing me," he said.

"nope," i said as we picked ourselves up off the ground, "i'm sorry we didn't invite you to our party here, officer lopez, have a nice day."

there is one thing we all agreed on as we walked away, running into things, tripping, and falling down, is always funny.

i won't forget this MLK day, and i have the knot on my head to remind me.