Christmas Time Time

So, I'm like in New York City and yes, I allow you to be jealous. It's 8 am in the Big Apple and I just scarfed down some fruit and caffeine free Diet Coke (my sister hates reading labels. . . I'll have to go pick up the fully leaded stuff at lunch I suppose) while watching a parade of school busses stroll down 49th Street. Not a bad life, I must say.

This blessed break from reality chases the heels of months of torture- overtime. Overtime in the game industry isn't a suprise, it's expected. . . Like dental visits, taxes, or if you're lucky - jury duty. (I just got THAT blessed notice a couple weeks ago. So I'm to expect my jury servece sometime between October and December. Lucky me.) I digress.

Yesterday, my sister and I just walked the streets of New York City and I sucked it all in, the buildings, the people, the flower markets, the sickening smells of garbage, honking, outdoor dining, business suits and taxis everywhere. I must say, I don't mind the business suits at all. . . Quite delish in fact. I found myself humming a lot.

So, whenever my friends and I would see a hot man, we'd think to ourselves "Self, what a great gift my eyes just received for that brief moment when they were blessed with a vision of handsome-ness. It's like a holiday. A great one in fact" and in lieu of saying that mouthfull, we'd just say outloud "Merry Christmas!" to alert each other of the prescence of beauty in the nearby vicinity. This "Merry Christmas" has since been replaced with "Christmas Time Time!", to a jaunty tune made up by my nephew when he was four (for a great time, you should listen to his riviting rendition of "Dinosaur Saur"). Anyway, there are a lot of "Christmas Time Time"'s in New York City, it made for a fabulous walk about town. You should try it, people look at you funny when you burst into song. Good times. Good times.