The Opposite of SITC

Sometimes I feel like my New York ideals all come from Seinfeld or Sex In the City. Yesterday, I was feeling very much the opposite of SITC. Instead of expensive high heels, I choose to wear my running shoes to the Guggenheim, because all this city walking is taking a toll on my feet and joints (yes, I'm old). On top of that, I was wearing a blouse my friend "almost gave to Goodwill," but sent me instead. And, it was hot. We were so sweaty all day, especially waiting on the subway platforms, where the air is dead still, humid, and probably about 100 degrees (no exaggeration). Trying to live up to SITC a little bit, we finally sampled some Tasti D Lite, which was both Tasti and Deliteful. Things really improved after we stumbled into a little cafe in SoHo called Antique Garage, where there was a live three piece, antiques everywhere, and excellent food. We thought our friend Abby would have loved it, so I ordered a chilled rosé in her honor!