it's friday..getting ready to leave work. then it's off to my friend's birthday party tonight. not looking forward to the drive though b/c of all the snow. i'm scared of spinning out or sliding...not fun. but i'll brave it since i haven't been to the city in a while. i love the city, hanging out, breathing in the smoggy, not-so-fresh, city air. it's just very dynamic. can't be duplicated anywhere else. i'm talking about NYC, by the way, in case folks get confused. wish i was rich and could buy a 4-story brownstone somewhere in the west village complete with a little garden in the back. went inside one once last year; it was owned by this older, child-less couple who only lived in their brownstone 6 months out of the year. crazy. wonder who's it going to after they die? it's probably worth at least $3M. well i'd be happy w/ a penthouse too...but then i'm dreaming. only in NYC do people find it okay to shell out huge amount of dough of such little square feet of housing. but i understand it completely. heck, i'd do it too.