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- My Mama Said There’d Be Days Like This
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- Can’t See, Hear or Speak of the Weather
Yes, it’s winter.
It happens every year but this winter is extra dreary because it’s actually cold and snowy and icy and grey … and did I mention it’s really, really cold? Since anyone who resides in the ever-widening snow belt has to slog through it every day, we also endlessly talk about the weather. There’s no escape, even in our conversation, and that’s making winter even drearier.
So while New York City is likely running out of road salt, budgeted overtime hours for plow drivers and possibly patience the good citizens are, thankfully, funny as ever.
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- OUCH!
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- Gentlemen and Feminists May Trip!
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- Rock On NYC!!
Since the weather drove me inside for the little exercise I get, I can report on SoulCycle’s hilarious request that clients practice good hygiene (they call it doing laundry). The bikes are close together and they worry that when your neighbor takes a deep, cleansing breath, they might choke on your odor. Flywheel’s attempt to be hip and cool with everything down to the locker instructions is also worth a chuckle as they dare you to lock up your Blackberry.
NYC, you’re doing great! Let’s keep up the humor and keep our heads on!
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- No Head? We’ve Got Some to Spare!
Greensquare Tavern, 5 West 21st St, NYC, is holding up their end in the humor department.
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- Greensquare – Funny on the Outside
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- Read and Never Speak of it Again
You should go here, not only because the signage is funny but because the food is fresh, organic and good.
If you order a margarita, the joke is on you so please steer clear. This is more of a pull of beer, pour of wine kind of place. We ordered meatballs and being New Yorker’s, expected a single meatball centered on a giant white plate to be set between us. But instead of gingerly cutting tiny food in half and wondering what else we’d eat, we got a bowl – and not a single meatball in a giant, but an actual bowl of meatballs!
We left Greensquare tavern nourished by the food and connected to the restaurant through our mutual dislike of Jury Duty Justin Bieber.
And we are warmed by the promise of Spring!
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