By Mark La Monica
Stuck among the beautiful people for another day of high fashion and hoity-toitiness, I finally stumbled upon a little snippet of reality.
And of course, this came simply by walking out of the tents to get some lunch. Turns out today was a splendid sunny February afternoon. Who knew? Up until then, the brightest thing I saw was fake smiles and some Luca Luca designs.
Being among the steerage as I crossed 42nd Street en route to Cosi for a sandwich felt real. Real world. Real life. Real problems.
Inside the tents, the biggest problem is some rich person sitting in some other rich person's seat. Inside Cosi, the smallest problem is real. Bills. Kids. Family. The Boss.
It was a nice reminder that I have to pay the car insurance and some other creditors upon my return home at the end of the week. Not nice that I have to pay these people, but nice to know that I haven't lost my sense of reality.
However, I was quite concerned that four bites into my $7.19 sandwich, I felt like throwing up. Looks like I'm fitting in entirely too quickly. Someone order me a meatball hero and bring it to the tents on Wednesday.