Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Eyebrow Eyebrow

Madison Square Park in New York City. Sunny summers days bring out loads of lunch breakers, kids and their nannies, college students, dog park goers, hipsters, people who are dressed so slummy that I assume they don’t work 9-to-5 jobs and I wonder what they do for a living. Are they actors, artists, bartenders, bike messengers, freeloaders, who knows?

It also attracts me. Everyday as long as the temperature is above 50 degrees. If it seems warm in January, I’ll still freeze, but I try to eat there. Today I was wearing my really big sunglasses that allow me shameless people watching privileges. There’s no way anyone could see where I was looking.

Today there’s also an older dude with long curly black hair. The top part is gelled. He’s pretty tan and wearing high tops. He reminds me of Southern Virginia white trash, but he clearly looks like metro New York Italian, and yet if it weren’t for that gelled hair, I’d imagine him biking on a boardwalk in California.

I wouldn’t have even noticed this guy if he wasn’t in my line of vision as I sat on the ground. He gave me the eyebrows.

The eyebrows!!

The “Hey baby,” Eyebrow, Eyebrow Move. I like to use this goofball move on my friends. But this seemed like a legitimate pick up.

I dropped my head, ate my pasta and thought about Full House’s Michelle Tanner doing the eyebrows. That was cute.