hot date with the city

Wonderful date with the city yesterday. It always energizes me. I bought my first leather mini skirt at Banana Republic (identical to the one my mom played mini golf in with my dad in the 80s only it's black not red). Emmanuel approved. We walked and walked through Central Park and finally bailed for a taxi to Alice's Teacup (Snigdha has been telling me to go all year). SHE WAS RIGHT. Alice's Teacup is amazing. Quaint and the best cupcake I've ever put into my mouth. And there have been many. It was banana nut with cream cheese frosting. If heaven doesn't have banana nut cupcakes with cream cheese frosting I don't think I want to go there. Next for me was Dr. Sketchy's. There I sat for three hours sketching a beautiful burlesque dancer. It's too bad pasties are never acceptable outside of strip clubs. This one is really a never. They were wonderful though-- her boobs had little spinning tails! It was an interesting crowd, drinking and drawing in the afternoon. I think a few guys were there just to pickup the creative ladies. They spent more time at the bar than drawing. Every so often the ring master would switch it up and we'd draw with our left hands or make the model into a circus animal. I won the contest for impossibly erotic drawing. There was confetti bursting from between the model's legs. It actually got a "WTF" out of Molly Crabapple, without the acronym. Emmanuel and I met so many people in the city today. New Yorkers get such a bad rap, I've always found them extremely helpful and courteous. So many great subway conversations. I even got asked for my number. I was relieved. It's just Yale. Boobs are still in vogue in other parts of the world. Thank God. Actually they were never in Vogue. The models are too damn skinny.