Personal Yummy #75

It’s 6:46 p.m. on a Thursday evening, and I’m at the Au Bon Pain on West 55th Street, across from my office. I just enjoyed a black Angus steak and cheese sandwich on ciabatta, the sandwich here with the most calories, I think—about 840!—but that’s okay. I worked out quite hard with my trainer this morning, and tonight at eight I have a dance rehearsal at the Ailey Extension for my upcoming showcase performance, so I will definitely work off all the calories.

But not that I really worry about my calorie intake anyway…

Personal Yummy #74

One night after a Pirates game at vibrant Three Rivers Stadium, he walks through the door in a new ball cap and a shiny, bright-yellow jacket that reaches down to his knees, with large, enticing pockets. He smiles at me, reaches into his right-hand pocket, and takes out an extremely dense, inviting roll of bills. He then holds the money up in front of my face and fans through it with his thumb, like it’s a deck of cards. I see ones, fives, tens, and even a few twenties flashing before my eyes.

“Look at the night I had!” he utters proudly, his tanned skin glowing.

Personal Yummy #73

Sitting on my favorite bench in my favorite spot in Central Park, I look up from my book, Never Can Say Goodbye: Writers on Their Unshakable Love for New York, and there she is: a petite, blonde, curly-haired little girl running past me haphazardly and all over the place, and then backtracking and walking on, balancing on, and falling off of the dirt-covered curb lining the pathway in front of me, many branches, trees, and green leaves as her backdrop.

Personal Yummy #72

Could it get any slower…