goodbye sweet bike

My bike was stolen on Thursday night at 5th Avenue and 16th Street. I believe it's the ninth bike I've had stolen. No joke. It was actually Sojo's bike but she bequeathed it to me when she left New York. I switched over to hers because it was better bike than mine and then I pimped it out big time. Today I rode my old bike and it sucked big time. It has an old seat that is too far forward and the proportions are all wrong.

On a similarly down note, I'm getting a cold. That means I didn't go shopping for my fall wardrobe as planned.

Instead, C and I went for a soup bowl at Hale and Hearty Soup. As we were leaving Glenn Close walked by and went into the drugstore at 81st. Naturally we followed her in to get a better look.

She was wearing boring but ok faded, tight jeans, a navy blazer and non-descript shoes. Her face looks exactly like it does in the movies-no surprise wrinkles or such-and she is quite short and a bit bootylicious, which surprised me. Her hair was a mess-all dry and root-y and in need of a cut and style.

Mine needs a cut and a style also but I'm trying to grow it out.