If New York doesn't have it, it's not worth having.

My afternoon was spent at baseball watching the boys play in the stinking heat and from here I had to run for the train tonight. The heat is still swirling at 6pm. Bag swung over my shoulder, full of 18 different options (give or take) and no make up for the first time. It would just slip right off. I will have to find a bathroom in the city to apply, mind you thats a challenge of its own. There are hardly any toilets/restrooms for public use in manhattan. For obvious reasons of homeless and drug use. Howeverrrrrr  inconvenient for me. I'm off to Long Island for the weekend and it's supposed to be hot. Perfect. 

Out of the train and into Penn station in search of the subway. 67897 million degrees. I literally feel like I am inside an oven. Literally. I see signs for the restrooms and immediately seize my opportunity. Who knows when there will be one next. As I enter I realise this will be a challenge. Trying to find the "cleanest" spot to place my bag on the floor, in-between my feet and then to balance my large handbag on top and then to carefully place my makeup bag on the sink. I'm getting a few strange looks by a rather large old lady, wearing big round cookie shaped glasses, short curly grey hair and a lip that turns up like she's smirking (or maybe she is just smirking at me). She goes in and out of the toilet 3 times, as if each time she's hoping I'll miraculously disappear when she closes and reopens the door. Perhaps I'm invading her spot. As weird as this is and as uncomfortable as I am, makeup needs to get done. I'm staying here. 

I'm absolutely starving and food on the run doesn't offer many options other than pizza, pretzels or cakes, especially in the train stations. I get a mini Pizza Hut pepperoni and charge for the subway. Do you remember that game called traffic? It's on a small tray and it's filled with cars and you have to move each piece carefully to successfully release your car. Well that's what the subways like tonight. Dodging and weaving everywhere. Men who are forced to wear suits, now have their sleeves rolled up, ties pulled loose, buttons undone and big wet patches decorating their shirts. This heat stinks (I know I know I shouldn't complain). I'm trying to figure out how I can start avoiding the subways when summer really kicks in. I don't know if it's possible. Walking the streets in the crowds is unbearable, especially if it's 20 blocks but the subway is like one giant jelly oven bath party. Bearable once, but not twice. 

I hop on the subway. I need to get across to 3rd Ave to catch the bus to Long Island. I'm standing holding onto the rail and I hear Spanish male voices behind me and then a whistle. I turn around and they are looking at me and wink. Ew, no. But I can't move now because I'm on a subway and fighting to hold my balance with an overnight bag, handbag and pizza in hand. It also appears this driver is in a hurry as we sway from side to side. I'm definitely not one for conflict or rudeness but I'm trying my mighty best to ignore them and look 'serious' but as I catch their reflection in the windows I realise I could be in a scene from a Mexican Mafia movie. Hurry up subway, it's only 7pm. 

I jump off the subway and here I am on 3rd ave, now to walk a few blocks. I see a man running through the traffic "out of the way, it's Friiiiiiday people!" Yes, yes it is. I look up and see the Chrysler building staring back at me. I haven't seen that up close before, beautiful. 

As I walk across the street I get a kiss blown at me by a rather tall, pretty, pink dress wearing, blonde wig flowing transvestite. And it's not even 8pm. I was told last night by an Australian in his 60s "if New York doesn't have it, it's not worth having". Well New York, you certainly have a lot but for now, I'm off in search of the sand and water for the weekend xx