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So many people seem to come and go out of my life that I've made it a point to imagine their encounters in life, and in this large city of mine through their large terrified eyes. Although New York may not be the place where I will forever rest my head, for me it is home. It is a loud and boisterous haven.

Tonight we had a guest. A foreign guest from our mother country across the pond. He was a timid and polite sort; the kind us ravenous New Yorkers are very intrigued and confused by. There was the typical New York fanfare; the abundance of food and drink, the off -color humor, the louder than normal talking and the showy displays of affection. I've grown up with this. I'm usedto having 8 people tell the same story at once. I'm used to plates upon plates of strange named foods being shoved in your face. I'm used to the screaming that follows a tense round of Mafia. Sometimes I crave for simplicity of food and solitude but most often than not, I love the chaos.

Looking at things from our guests point of view, I would've been terrified. I think my brain would implode from the exertion it was puting forth in trying to follow a single converstion. My stomach would have expanded to great legnths just to fit that extra canoli.
We're a loving lot but it is beyond me how we don't scare all our guests away from our volume alone. I admire the brave souls that have dared to stay and tolerate the noise.


Today's Inspirations: Barbeque, Beth Ortin, Mafia, Brits and Mojito Madness