I wish someone would be kind enough to write and publish this blog for me. I will admit to being a little confused in this “country” or city affectionally known as New York, New Tips. Evidently, four times isn’t a charm.
While traveling to New York for the forth time, since the third certainly wasn’t a charm, I thought I’d give it another gentlemanly shot. We came on a business/vacation trip. My wife came for work. I came for vacation and to write to entertain, confuse, or bore people throughout the cyber world. I also came to run in Central Park. That is my happy, semi- sane place.
My wife lost her wedding diamond in our hotel within twenty four hours after arriving safely to this place of Metropolitan Magic. I believe it was the first time something tragic happened in my life which wasn’t my fault.
Tears were flowing from her more efficiently than the faucet in our room. Therefore, I can only assume, or, surmise, she loves me. So, I guess I’ve got that going for me. Not shedding a tear myself, I told her it was o.k. The diamond can be replaced.
Tearing apart the hotel sink, I gave up when the hair and filth overwhelmed me with dry heaving and disgust. I was willing to catch a flight back to Seattle, purchase her another diamond and be done with it. She claimed I was being a bit too dramatic. She was right. That makes her my diamond in the rough.