City living

Sometimes you just need to marvel at city life. New York- a place where it's possible to throw a 100th birthday party for a Chinese socialite who hobnobbed with gangsters and royalty in Shanghai in the early 1930s. Where the florist for that party buys 9 varieties of peonies and hangs dozens of hand painted lanterns to decorate an exceedingly fancy private club uptown.  Where the florist for the same party finds herself at the 11th hour in the backseat of a cab with the party's host, a client of legendary status among the Brooklyn flower scene, buying armloads of peonies at the grocery store for some extra something. 

 

I'm attempting peace in the city, even if my personal life doesn't contain parties at private uptown clubs. Do you like wearing pantyhose? Cause that's what you have to do at those places. This month is my official 10 year anniversary of New York living, and while it makes me crazy, I feel lucky to have come as a teenager and grown up a bit here. Watching the sunset over manhattan from the roof, eating $3 falafel sandwiches and finally finding a girl to set up quickbooks online- city pleasures come in all varieties and I'm ready to stop being picky about where I find them.