Last night I had writers’ block and I couldn’t come up with anything to write about. I mentioned this to J, who was ready with several suggestions…all of them completely inappropriate for a PG-rated blog. They were pretty funny though.
So I was going to write about the season premiere of Dancing with the Stars and how The Hoff was a train wreck and how Florence Henderson has great legs despite the fact that she’s 70-something and that Jennifer Grey was so amazing that she made me cry. I was going to make several references to Dirty Dancing and Jersey Shore and talk about how The Situation might be a total douche, but he really does have an amazing body and he might just be a marketing genius. But I’m not sure anyone actually wants to read about that.
Then I thought maybe I’d write about traffic, because it seems that no matter where I go, I have to fight my way through tons of traffic. I was going to discuss how I don’t understand why there is sometimes horrendous traffic and you think that you are going to pass a really bad accident or something, but there’s nothing and then all the traffic just disappears and the road is clear ahead. I was going to talk about how J and I keep talking about moving to a different state where there is no traffic and where it doesn’t take over an hour to travel to you office that is 16 miles away. But I’m not sure anyone actually wants to read about that either. Plus…I spend enough of my life actually in the traffic…I don’t know that I want to spend more of my life discussing it.
So then I was going to write about how it’s so fall-like outside and how fall is my favorite season. I was going to tell you how I was so excited to bust out the cashmere this morning…but I haven’t quite gotten myself out of sandals yet. I was going to mention the leaves on the trees in Central Park just starting to turn the slightest bit. But I wanted to include pictures and I was running late because of the damn traffic, so I couldn’t stop to take any.
Then I thought I’d write about my dental experiences yesterday because it turns that I have a bad tooth and need a root canal…although that might night work and I might have to get an implant instead. This is, of course, totally awesome because I love going to the dentist more than anything and I’m not afraid to have major dental surgery at all. Except, that’s a total lie and it scares the shit out of me and the more I thought about it, the more I panicked, so I decided not to write about that either.
As I turned the corner to get to my office, I still had no idea what the hell I was going to write about and I was getting a little anxious. Then I noticed that there were several trailers set up on my block. I saw signs yesterday that CSI: NY was going to be filming in this neighborhood, but nothing ever materialized yesterday so I figured they were just going to use the block for extra parking or whatever. I started walking by trailers and I was checking the doors for names I recognized. The first doors were the bathrooms…boring. The next door said nothing…again…boring. The next door started to get a little more interesting…Dr. Sheldon. Hmmm…this might be good. The next said Det. Dan…even better. The next trailer was huge and had only one door. As I approached I started to be able to make out the name on the tape…MAC. Detective Mac Taylor…one of my all time faves!
For those of you not familiar with CSI:NY, Detective Mac Taylor is played by Gary Sinise. I love him. So I have decided that it doesn’t matter what I write about today because I’m going to go downstairs and sit on the steps of my building and stalk Mr. Sinise for the rest of the day. Gotta run…Catch you later.