Thursday, October 23, 2008

Dear NYC,

I'm walking through a crowded area and two men pass me. Both of their faces are substantially different and don't remind me of anyone I know. For some reason, I combine their features and melt their faces into one and realize that together, they look like my dad.

It's nice because I haven't seen him awhile.

xo
The Woobs

Monday, October 20, 2008

Dear NYC,

Sometimes, I can think of nothing better than the smell of spearmint gum and blow-dried hair. It reminds me of when my aunt and I would take trips to feed the ducks at a nearby pond. On the car ride she would roll the windows down and turn The Pointer Sisters up. Still today, this inverse relationship impacts my senses and my inability to hide my excitement.

I hope this letter finds you well, NYC.

The Woobs