Then he did this and said…..
…..one of those lady actresses on TV with a pole. Chirp, chirp…awkward silence. Did I hear correctly? Lady actresses on TV with a Pole?
Ok, my mind was racing. What could he possibly be referring to??? What had he seen? Maybe he watched a documentary on female firefighters. That’s possible right?
Just as I was convincing myself that he was most certainly referring to female firefighters, he busted out some killer stripper pole moves that even gained the attention (along with a few raised eyebrows) of the normally indifferent NY subway commuters. I glared in the direction of Mr. Pavlov who shrugged [too quickly] in innocence. He looked guilty to me. I inquisitioned him and the lil’ pole stripper later only to discover that the guilty party was America’s Funniest Home Videos!
Our Chinatown stop arrived and the subway striptease came to an abrupt end. Chinatown is a unique world with sights, sounds and people that you just have to experience. Whether a white rapist van filled with smoke and Jamaicans yelling “Ehh, blonde, blonde c’mere me want’ta tell you someting!” or the various animal parts hanging in shop windows, Chinatown is an auditory and visual trip!
Thankfully, I had my camera hanging heavily on my neck and here are a few sights:
If your aura is somewhat altered after all of these unusual sight and sounds then, believe it or not, Chinatown has just the fix. Had it not been for Marianne, a blogging buddy of mine over at comedyoferrers.com I would not have had any idea about fixing your aura or what this next photo was for. Thankfully, Marianne made this comment recently on my Only a Boy post:
There is a massage acupuncture thing called cupping where they put suction cups on your back to clear your aura of stuff. I tried to hide it from my husband and was unsuccessful. His question: How much did you pay for someone to do that?
When I saw this little gizmo staring back at me from a shop window, I immediately remembered Marianne’s comment and chuckled.
I considered purchasing Mr. Hickey maker but a few things stopped me:
- the visual image of my boys elatedly covered in self-inflicted hickeys
- my youngest proudly proclaiming that he gave these hickeys to himself with a suction “machine” that mommy bought in an [alley located] Asian shop
- the visit from Child and Youth Services
The aura machine remained in the dirty window while we headed to the subway. Tres played stripper again during the ride back to Manhattan but somehow, in light of everything we saw, it didn’t seem so bad.