Since I had some extra time in the morning, I got the whole make-up and hair thing happening (not to the level of super fancy, obviously, as you have eyes… but like I felt more presentable than when I just roll out of bed).
Not to be a non-feminist or anything here. I know we don’t have to wear make-up blah blah blah. But I have gotten out of the habit of wearing it lately and I felt pretty, and I liked feeling that way.
I also happened to throw on my favorite dress.
As I was walking home from something uptown, I decided this time, I’d walk down 6th to see the sights of Rockefeller Center, Radio City, and all those big Christmas ornament installations (and then I’d just walk over toward Times Square when I got to my street).
I know, I know, Times Square is beautiful and perfect and I almost always look for any excuse to walk through it. But every once in a while, I’m going to have to walk down adjacent streets because cool stuff happens on those too.
Aaaaanyway, goodness there is a lot of preamble for something so simple.
The point is, I’m walking down a New York street, going to my home in the Theater District, wearing my favorite dress. The weather is beautiful. The street is beautiful.
And then I see these Salvation Army guys dancing around to Michael Jackson! Obviously I have to put money in the thing. Thankfully, I have a little cash on me. So, I put $5 in that red bucket and they ask if I want to ring a bell with them.
Just as I get my bell, the Michael Jackson song stops, but James Brown’s “I Feel Good” comes on. And we dance and dance and jingle and jingle. And it just felt so fun to be dancing in my favorite dress watching tourists looking up at buildings, really taking in the sights, smiling so much. It was pretty darn adorable.
After the end of the song, the guys told me their names (King and Chris) and told me I should definitely come back. And I headed off to stop at home before I went to work.
And it was just a really nice beautiful New York moment that I enjoyed very very much.