New York Shitty Video Du Jour: Midtown West
Filed under: Manhattan
Last weekend I had the pleasure of schlepping to the Port Authority (Leisure Time Bowl) for a birthday celebration. Well, I can’t honestly say it was much of a pleasure. I detest this part of New York City. Why is this so, you ask? There are too many reasons list here but for starters:
1. It sports some of the worst architecture to be found in the entire city. The Port Authority for one is absolutely HIDEOUS. As negotiated my way through its bowels on the way to Leisure Time Bowl I spied notices admonishing me against taking photographs. I suppose this has something to do with the war on terror. Presuming I was a terrorist for a moment why would I trifle with this building? If I truly wanted to make people suffer I would leave it standing.
2. The only thing possibly worse than the architecture of the Port Authority are the people who hang out there. Want to know what caliber of person considers kicking it the Port Authority to be a splendid way to while away a Saturday night? Watch this.
*shudder*
Miss Heather
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Reader Question Of The Day
Questions are always welcome here at New York Shitty. Feel free to leave them in my comments or send ’em via email at missheather at newyorkshitty dot com. All I ask in return is to please be patient and civil. Sometimes finding/word-smithing a decent answer takes time. Otherwise I occasionally get my fill of the Interwebs (or my offline life interferes) and I need to take a break. The previous having been said I was recently queried about “my girls” (as seen above cavorting with a few balls at Leisure Time Bowl).
Jaxjags08 writes (in regards to this post):
Glad to see the boobs are back! I missed them so much! Good question about where DO you keep these things stashed?
toremember approached me with a similar query. It was follows:
how do you travel with these babies? do you keep them stashed in a bag or do you let them get some air?
This is an excellent question. Listen up dear readers because I am only going to answer this question once. HERE AND NOW.
Toting around an additional pair of “snack trays” did present yours truly with a challenge. After all, my “natural set” are affixed to my person. They are also more than happy to go “free range” or be contained in the expansive environment of an American Apparel baby rib bikini bra size XS.
Go ahead and call me a hipster. They’re cheap, they’re comfortable and best of all they’re 100% cotton. What’s more, under wires were made for a certain type of person. At a whopping “aa” cup I am not that person. If I so much as sneeze I can assure you such a contraption would poke my eyes out. But back to the holder of my other boulders.
I tried a number of means of carrying them. A plastic grocery bag proved to be too transparent. My backpack was a bit stifling (wrinkled tits, I think NOT!). I had two big learning curves ahead of me. Trial and experimented I did. Over and over. Then the obvious solution came to me. And true boobification prevailed.
A BRA: DUH!
Brassieres for against Bolshevism!
Miss Heather
Boobification Photo Du Jour: Seizure Time Bowl
Arguing. That’s what the Mister and I did yesterday. First it was where to eat. Next it was how to get there. Then it was taking a cab versus subway to meet my friend for her birthday soiree at the Leisure Time* bowling alley in the bowels of the Port Authority. We took a cab and I lost my cell phone. Nonetheless I still had a good time.
DO NOT CROSS FOUL LINE!
Conditioner beyond the foul line is slippery. Report abnormal
conditions to the front desk person.
Indeed.
Miss Heather
*Where one person in our party was nearly given the Midnight Express treatment for smuggling in a bag of pretzels. I am not kidding.
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