Me, drunk, in Times Square.
I know, as a tourist and a blogger, I had to go there. But I had mixed feelings about it once I did. It is like conspicuous consumptionism had a love-child with a rave.
My older daughter and I, on the last night of my 3-and-a-half-day visit.
My daughter, son-in-law and I. I was still pretty drunk.
So I put them in a cage. Funny how a mere photo-op can bring back bad memories. I should have made them hold up cards with numbers on them, and then do a profile pic.
I know there are stage shows and shopping and food and such.
But for me, it was all about the lights… so I took a few of my patented wiggly light pictures.
Because who doesn’t like those, am I right?
This really does sum up American culture in a way.
Here we are, wasting tons of energy, glorifying mean girls, as advertisements fight for our oh-so-brief attention span.
I bet people living with a view of Times Square have really thick drapes so they can sleep.
Yes indeed, we should all feel….
The “love child” description is very apt!
I love those love-children!