Revival

New York, New York. I have begun to realize that every time I go to the city, I love it even more. I go there looking for a little excitement, a battery recharge, an energy boost and I always leave satisfied while longing for more of it! I've spent my whole life testing many things out, going many places, challenging myself, seeing what's around different corners. Despite loving my small, beautiful, Vermont town, sometimes I feel like I've run out of corners to look around, rocks to turn over. I need stimulation, adventure, excitement. I shun complacency yet when there isn't always some form of new stimulation, it can happen to the best of us. 

New York always provides me with so much. I love culture...art, music, history, theater. Every time I go there I go to at least one gallery or museum and it is always so amazing. Even if I don't love the art or exhibit, just being exposed to it is so great. Then there is the the general buzz of the city. Putting my iPod on, strolling through the busy sidewalks, wandering the Union Square farmers market, waiting patiently on a subway platform. 

You know when a subway train comes rolling into the stop and you feel that big rush of air hit you, that rolling energy from down the tunnel? That's how I feel when I step onto the streets of New York for a long weekend...a rush of energy, power. 

This particular trip included some added highlights. I got to see some great friends while down there, people who I always have such great conversations with, such great connections with, so much fun with. Then we went to visit my sisters good friend from home, Ben...an evening at a very exclusive, members only club in the MeatPacking District (the Soho House). We got into the elevator, rode to the 5th floor, and upon hearing the ding of the doors opening, we walked into a room of amazement...the most beautiful male specimens I think we'd ever seen in one space at one time. We exclaimed..."we found them!!" No wonder it was a gay party. Perfect though...such nice men, and the visual portion of it, outstanding. 

Sunday included some delicious Dim Sum followed by a failed attempt at ice skating in Central Park. One day I WILL get to ice skate in Central Park!!! Some shopping and beers with Dom and then off to yet another form of heaven. Ben's boyfriend got us into a NY Fashion Week fashion show!!! If you know me well, you know that this is like my personal mecca, my personal heaven. It wasn't a main Bryant Park event but it was still incredible. The designer, Carlos Campos, had some really interesting pieces..my particular favorite was a woman's one piece "suit" where the bottom portion ended in a bathing suit fashion (i.e. no pants, underwear type bottom) and then the sheer tights w/thigh high designs on them. So great. We had 2nd row seats just behind Tyson Beckford. I felt like I'd died and gone to fashion heaven...I couldn't believe I'd gotten to a show! I think I need to work in fashion...something about it makes me tingle all over.

On that note. Another favorite about New York is the ability to wear whatever you want!

It's amazing. I brought a few of those outfits that I gaze at in my closet and think, Burlington isn't exactly the appropriate location for this...when will I get to wear it!?? NYC, anything goes. I wore the dress to the right  to the gay Valentines Day party and it was a show-stopper...and you know it's a winner when gay men praise it!!  Then there was the fashion show...talk about no-pressure to wear something great. I pulled on my trusty black skin tight turtleneck dress, black sheer tights, over the knee black socks and my fave boots...topped off with my favorite mass of necklaces. So much fun to rock fun, slightly over the top outfits!! My mom was actually the one who pushed me to get the pink and black Herve Leger-esque dress...talk about good taste! 

Oh New York, I love thee so. Until next time...