Thursday, June 5, 2008
I’ve been having an interesting medical adventure the past several days. I’ve come down with what my doctor thinks is gastritis, where the acid of the stomach attacks the stomach walls. I’ve been having a lot of gastric discomfort, along with a loss of appetite and generally ill feeling. (Too many gay weddings and champagne celebrations at Long Island mansions, I suppose.) Anyway, she put me on Nexium, which inhibits stomach acid. We’ll see how that goes.
(I’m still having my coffee this morning. They’ll have to pry my mug from my cold, dead hands, to paraphrase Charlton Heston.)
I saw “Sex and the City” last night. I don’t want to take it too seriously, but it sure seems to set back the women’s movement a couple of decades! On the other hand it was fun, while also totally unrealistic. I walk around New York every day and I never see people dressed like that.
The crowd dynamic was actually more fun than the movie. In one scene, Carrie opens the doors of a huge closet built for her by Big -- and the audience GASPED with the collective shock of a bunch of New Yorkers who have no place to store anything of their own. It was funny.
(Photo: E. 29th Street, May 2008)