Dusk, Central Park, Wilco, and Matt Dillon

Finding the time to remove yourself from the unending number of daily misadventures to trek someplace where you can't be bogged down should be mandatory for everyone at least every 6 weeks.

Unfortunately, having the hormones of a 16 year old female, times when I am able to capture instances of such serenity are few and far between.

However this evening, to my surprise, I was able to embrace the verb "to chill" and for no less than 2 hours, I stepped back and relaxed my self-conscious, SAT fretting, Starbucks pumped, man-hunting persona to walk around the sun-dappled reservoir contemplating nothing that hasn't already been contemplated in almost absolute peace.

Now if this is staring to sound a little too emo.
I should add that my bliss is more likely attributed to the fact that I got to see the ever-so-sultry Matt Dillon jog no less than 2 feet away from me wearing spandex.

Matt Dillon. And spandex.
Neither man nor child can say that doesn't knock out at least 3 of their all-time greatest fantasies in one titillating swoop.

Anyway, after I finished my mid-walk dream about Matt turning his sweet self around and bringing me back to his Madison Avenue penthouse,(followed by rose petals, chilled Cristal, a king bed with a canopy, 400 count Egyptian cotton sheets, and cuddling), I was able to retreat back to the whimsical solace of Wilco while looking over a sunset Manhattan skyline.

It was nice.

So, I guess the point of this, aside from showing that I have yet to become desensitized to seeing hot famous men, is that: It seems that almost everyone needs a place to go where he/she can let the discomforts of reality melt away. And if you haven't already, I highly recommend that you look into making a little hajj to find out where that place might be for you asap.

I think it's safe to say, so far, that Manhattan is my personal Mecca.
After all, where else can you find characters like

the Naked Cowboy

Wigstock Drag Queens

and of course, Matty D.


thrown together on an island, for a reason other than a reality TV show kick off?

But as the saying goes, "whatever floats your boat".