The picture says it all, really: snapped literally out of
our car window while using local streets to avoid a major traffic snarl on the
Deegan. Proof positive to the rest of
the country that there's tacky, and then there's Bronx tacky.
For those of you looking for something a bit more
sentimental, I suppose I could explain how I came to snap a photo of Bronx
Christmas lights that clearly took their inspiration from the design of the
adult theaters of the pre-Disney 42nd Street.
On a complete whim, I literally up and ran out my door once my work was
done for the day, to surprise Rhea with a dinner date once she was done with
her grad school classes for the evening.
I dunno - maybe the idea was subliminally implanted by all of those Hugh Grant references in yesterday's snark-a-thon.
It was a wonderful date full of holiday magic - we ate at Tom's
Restaurant (yes, the eatery of Seinfeld
and Suzanne Vega fame, and also one of the best cheap eats in Manhattan.) Fully nourished, we headed downtown to check
out tree now that the Bieber Brothers, Diamond and Carey Circus had long since
left town. Cheesy? You bet, but also a long standing tradition
for us. Cue the inevitable cute photo:
Granted, it's not much of a story, but then it doesn't
really have to be. I don't need the
holidays to remind me how absolutely fortunate I am to have found true love,
but there's certainly no such thing as a bad reason to celebrate it. (As for the alligator mittens she's holding
in the photo...well, you'll have to ask Rhea about that one herself. Part of true love is knowing that there are
some things you just can't explain.)
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