Wake Up Call

The SJG and Rambo, a native New Yorkie

Close personal friend Debbi and Rambo

New Yorkers do things a little differently.  Take this morning's wake up call, courtesy of our hotel's automated service:  "Time to wake your fat ass up.  It's 7:30.  What makes you think you're so special that you can sleep late?  We've been up since dawn. So hoist your tonnage upright, start your day already and stop kvetching about the rain and your jet lag. We really don't give a @#$% how tired you are and how bad your hair looks.  We've got our own issues that are much more important.  Oh, and BTW, that protective bubble you think you're entitled to, just because you're from L.A., never made it through airport security.  You're in our town now.  Deal with it.  A little torrential downpour won't kill you.  Plus, it's not our fault you're too dense to read a weather forecast.  If you're not up in five minutes, we're coming in there to personally kick your tuchas out of bed, you lazy bum."  Ouch.

Oatmeal at Norma's.  Not included: 18 cups of strong coffee