The Greatest Show on Earth
Sometimes in the winter, when it’s cold and wet and my ceiling’s leaking and the rent is due and the holidays are over and everyone is grouchy and tired and stressed and pissy out on the street, it can be easy to forget that this city is a little floating island of magic. But then there are days like yesterday:
I was hustling up 6th Avenue to get to band practice after work when I happened to glance inside the Chipotle on 6th and 22nd, and there, perched on a high stool, sitting with some dude, was Amanda Lepore in full makeup and perfect Barbie ponytail. Alas, I would have given my left tit to see her tackle a burrito with that giant red mouth, but she’s from space so she doesn’t have to eat.
She was just sitting there, looking bored. The most amazing thing was that the place was CROWDED and nobody was paying her no nevermind. I guess that’s one of the magical things about NY, that no matter how attention-grabbing a personage you may be, new yorkers are too self-absorbed to give a shit, so you can zone out at Chipotle all you want without causing a frenzy.
It does lead one to wonder though, what does a drama queen have to do to get a little attention around here?