Roses Recap

He shoots, he scores! I got the roses from James Weir Florist in Brooklyn Heights instead of at Chelsea Market. Turns out that I got the roses for the same price that I would have gotten from Chelsea Market. These were no bodega flowers — these were the real thing, a dozen long stems in a box.

As an interesting historical aside, James Weir started this florist shop in 1859. He is the guy responsible for changing the name of the area called Yellow Hook into what is now known as Bay Ridge.

As a gag, I dressed in typical Chinese delivery guy attire: black slacks, blue shirt, baseball cap and, the piece de resistance, a turquoise blue parka. I took one of the business cards and wrote P–‘s name and address on it and proceeded to take the subway. I had my hood on all the time on the train. It’s kind of interesting — nobody thought it was my roses on the train.

Getting off near Hunter College, I kept up the facade. I got up to the guards at P–‘s workplace, mumbled “delivery” and handled over the card. They called her up to the front, and I sprung it on her. Boy did I get everyone! We went to East for sushi for lunch, and went happily ever after.

I’m over her place right now, and the roses are holding up pretty well!

This & That, Platanos & Collard Greens

Catchup blog:
Saw the off-Bway play Platanos & Collard Greens yesterday. One of my friends is in it from law school, and was a lot more complex than I expected. Recommended.

The teams were reshuffled into co-ed teams on the Apprentice after 4 successive losses by the boy’s team. The two companies were each given $1,000 to buy stuff to be sold at a flea market; the team with the most profit wins. Getting a heads-up on future sleezyness, $200 is “lost” (aka embezzled) by one of the teams and they lose.

I find out that YC’s ex lives directly above P–‘s apartment. Major world wide disbelief ensues. Everyone’s ok about this, though, I think.

Read The Passport, reading The Tipping Point. Titles of books nowadays tend to be physical nouns rather than verbs or gerunds. Why is that?

Mission impossible: I’m going to run to Chelsea Market, buy a dozen roses, and deliver them to P– before 10 am. Let’s see if this can happen.

Winning Election, Losing Sleep

At a banquet at Tavern on the Green, I won election as one of nine directors of an Asian organization that I’m active with. It’s kind of wierd to being introduced by FOX 5’s Bob DeCastro to like 500 attorneys. Nice event, much better than previous ones that were basically Chinese wedding banquets. I designed the printed program, which looked really good, I had to say. Then afterwards, I had to run back to work to set up for a symposium. On the way back, I passed the new Time Warner headquarters at Columbus Circle. Holy cow, it’s huge! My friend Peter, who was heading back to Brooklyn with me, said it reminded him of Hong Kong’s version of Times Square. The symposium starts at 8 am this morning; writing this entry is probably what I shouldn’t be doing.