My daughter and I started our morning by going out for breakfast...GREEN BAGELS. We actually, had to be to the deli by 7:00 a..m. to ensure that she would get her special bagels. Well, she got two baker's dozen and we wrapped and froze them. After which, we ate talked and made our way to the St. Patrick's Day parade.
Kiss Me I'm Irish!!!
The NEW YORK CITY St. Patrick's Day parade. This event was a most memorable one. My daughter and I woke early that morning, and made it to 5th Avenue and 49th Street by 11:00. Although we were approximately 6 to 8 people in back on the parade line, we did manage to make it to the front and get a most spectacular view of the parade. The number of uniformed officers from the NYPD and FDNY were amazing. What was particularly amazing yet sad, was the amount of flags that were carried by FDNY in memorial of the fallen fire fighters from 9/11. There were over 300 flags being held. What a waste of human life.
The NYPD and FDNY pipers also proved to be a wonder to see and hear as the costumes were brilliant in color and the bagpipes were most melodic in sound. It almost seemed as though every officer from both departments were present and accounted for at the parade which made me wonder "who is watching the city?" When the mounted police paraded by, it was funny to see the pooper scoopers in back of them. Hey, they have to keep the city clean. WHERE THE HELL WAS BLOOMBERG? I sure did not see him and there was talk in the crowed as to where the hell he was. Some Mayor. Koch or Giuliani would never have done that.
A vast number of police, fire fighters, troopers, and EMS workers from NY and across the United States were also represented. In addition, there was the Army, Navy, and Marines. Damn it was a beautiful sight and made me proud to be an American. My father was career Navy, so for me to see the Navy so nicely represented, brought back the vague memory of my father in uniform.
Ok, so maybe I never wanted to admit to the Irish blood that flows through my veins, but it is there. Actually, my father's father was named John Tilroe Lokey and although I was born with the Lokey name, I have since changed it to my mother's maiden name which is Kelly...a real good Mohawk name. In addition, my great-great grandmother's grandfather was named Constant "American" McComber. I guess that would account for the freckles and hazel/green eyes. The Lokey name does have a "Coat of Arms." I have yet to check on the McComber link.
My daughter and I stayed at the parade until approximately 2:00 p.m. and then made our way back to Rockefeller Center to catch the train back to Brooklyn. We were both in need of a nap and that is what we took.
That evening, I was supposed to meet my friend Will from Myspace, however, he was sick so my daughter and I decided to hang out and we went to the Village. I headed straight to Tattoo Everywhere II on MacDougal St. where I got a lower back piece done. Omar was the artist and he was great at listening to our humor. The first thing I did was have him lower the price by $50. Apparently he charges women more because he said that they make him stop. I told him that would not happen here and I wanted a reduction in the price. He did it and I kept up my end of the deal.
Maybe it is our NY sense of humor, but you should hear my daughter and I joke around. You would swear we are either crazy or we hate each other! Either way it is funnier than hell if you ask me. You would have to know us to know that we are being goofy with each other! Thank God Omar knew we were kidding as he was busting a rib. I got his e-mail addy here on hotmail and promised I would credit him his work on BMEzine which I am now proudly a member based on my contributions.
After the deed was done, we walked down the block to Panchito's. My daughter's father and I used to go there for the best and cheapest Mexican food you can get. Guess what...it is still the best and still the cheapest Mexican food you can get! Nikki and I stayed until closing time which was fine by us. We were just really enjoying each other's company and tall tales. What was funny was that the waitress was from Wisconsin and did not know what chop meat was and we believe that the waiter was Amish as he didn't know either. Maybe it is just a New York saying. Who knows. Anyway the night was quite amusing all around.
We were out of Panchito's by around 2:30 a.m.or so and we walked toward the car. Of course we really took our time as we talked, window shopped, and peeked in and checked out all the little bars and cafes along the way. We were having a very loud and funny conversation based on total stupidity, however, this conversation may have just saved our ass'. We both believe that we avoided a potential rapist/mugger or worse simply because we made him laugh. It was approximately 3:00 a.m. on Sullivan St. and the street was abandoned except for this one guy (oh yeah, at the beginning of the street there was a bag lady going through the garbage). Well anyway, this guy was about 6' 2" tall, about 250 lbs, black with a black stocking over his face. He may have already robbed someone, but we weren't asking. Only a nose hole was cut out of the stocking. He died laughing when he heard what we were talking about. The conversation was about yarmulkas and this Sicilian kid named Mike. Again, you really had to be there. The whole drive home was a total laugh as we could be heard outside of the car window laughing like crazy people as all we could hear is this possible assailant's laugh. He did a very hardy HA HA HA with one eye shut. How bizarre is that! Only in New York!
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