Lady GaGa, The Hamptons and the City

 Today marks the official start of the Memorial Day Weekend, where the isle of Manhattan becomes a ghost town. Those residents who can afford it (and many who can't), flock to The Hamptons. The gathering place of the social set and those who aspire to join that "select" group. This is a place where a great deal of food, drink and other unknown substances are consumed; along with  group activities. I will leave that to your fertile imagination as my Puritanical upbringing prevents me from having thoughts of that nature. Again, it might just be a function of being a Geezer.


Those of us left behind are looking forward to an uncrowded Central park along with all the other gathering places. A time when the tempo of the city quiets down and before the tourists descend upon us.


That's how we felt this Friday as we left our building to take our usual early morning walk. But this was not an ordinary Friday, as we found out. It was the start of Good Morning America's Summer Stage weekly program. This usually brings young people to the park before 7am, an hour probably not known to them under ordinary circumstances.


As we approached the park, things seemed different. There were hundreds of police gathered, police helicopters buzzing above, thousands of people on their way to the event in what can only be called bizarre costumes and a deafening roar as the countdown to the start of the main event.

Lady GaGa was ready to do whatever it is that she does.


Being from a different era, we went to the right as the Lady GaGa fans went to the left. We stopped at the sailboat lake to admire the addition to the "quack-quacks" that reside there. (Known as ducks to non-New Yorkers).Today's count was six an increase of four since yesterday. There also is a "neat" little coffee/snack place there that we used to frequent. We saw the owner and told him that for the past two years, they have not been offering decaf coffee. He promised that this will be rectified immediately.  What I find interesting is that he often shows up at Sicafe (where we have our morning fix), and gets some coffee. Wonder what that should tell us!


Later that morning, we went down to Sicafe. As we left the building hordes of young people in the most outrageous costumes were passing our building on the way home from the concert. It was enough to take your breath away. We joined the flow and found the rear view even more spectacular. You never saw so much bouncing flesh in your life. I also learned that a new fashion trend for women is torn fishnet stockings worn about two sizes to small.


Some of them went directly to Sicafe without passing "go" and collecting $200. I must point out that the cafe not only features the best coffee anywhere, but the music is all Sinatra, Dean Martin, and other performers of that era, so I was astounded that these other worldly creatures could find happiness in this environment.


It turns out that neither the coffee nor music were the draw, but simply that they needed to use the bathroom.


I was impressed!   


Some information about this blog:

• As you can tell, my goal is to provide you with some humor in your day. If you are looking for serious stuff, this is not the blog for you.
• At a recent dance class, a fellow participant and blog reader asked if I would be posting every week. I told him emphatically "no." As Tonto reportedly said to the Lone Ranger, " White man speaks with forked tongue." Here it is, not qiute one week later, and another blog is in your hands.
• For the future, I can only say that the only consist thing about my timing of future blogs is my inconsistency. 
• The subject matter of these blogs is dependent upon what strikes my fancy at the time.

That's all for now. See you soon, I hope.