The Power of Bunny Ears !

Well, I must say...that trip to my drug store really did me some good. I put in my metformin prescription and found a rack filled with white, pink, silver, and lavender furry bunny ears for Easter. At $2.50, how could I resist? Given the stressful bullshit of sniping this week (at work, not eBay), I thought to myself, "I'm gonna make these sons-of-bitches smile if it kills them." I wake up, off to work I go.



At 9:35 a.m., I do my usual coffee run and put them on. Matching iridescent makeup, the whole nine. My office manager thought it was hilarious, and the vice president dug it, too. Three other people acted like they didn't notice, but that's what constant meetings do to you: depletion of the spirit via conference call. I kept going straight through 3 p.m. and thought "Fuck it. Why not just wear them the rest of the day?" Errands with ears. A fun idea.



I pass 55th Street, and I recognize a face in the crowd. Turns out it's Brad from Samuel French, my former manager. I worked for him for two glorious months back in autumn 1997. Then they started bopping me around and basically I worked for everyone in that place before I moved onto HELL...oops, I mean the acting school. Brad looked smashing as usual, suit, tie, just gorgeous. I met his boyfriend, we chatted, and they loved the ears! Score 1 for outside my office. With a huge smile, I continue down 6th Ave. A stroke of absolute silliness hits me:the Ritz Thrift shop is on 57th!



Everytime I go by there, it's always closed. Not today. They looked at me through the glass, and I walked in. My opening line?

"Do you have anything in rabbit?




They busted out laughing, of course. I was amazed at the interior, since that shop has been at that location for 51 years. They specialize in mink (Taffy would JUMP for joy), but also do custom dyeing and sell a lot of things on consignment for the ladies who lunch bunch. I personally hate minks, knowing what they do to bunnies, which is stalk, pounce, and rip their throats out. Nice lil weasels, huh? Thumper gets to be lunch meat? I'll take a stole AND a coat, thank you. Oversized violent ferrets with sharp teeth need to die. Now. Take that PETA. (And I had veal for dinner, too, so go scratch.)



Then, I continued up 57th and went into Sephora at the new Time Warner building in Columbus Circle and spritzed all the latest perfumes. With the bunny ears still on my head. After asphyxiating two teenage tourists with Kenzo's "L'eau", a lovely tranny came over and commented, "You're in the spirit aren't ya, honey?" It made my day.



I continued onto the Performing Arts Library in search of my cd's, and to look at the Balanchine exhibit one more time, since it'll be down as of April 24. The ones I wanted weren't in, but I did manage to find an excellent out of print reference book written by reknowned skating coach Gus Lussi. I also found a pretty nifty copy of "Baryshnikov at Work" with his best photos from the 70's. So, that'll be my reading material for the next two weeks.



The best thing was when I got off my train to go home: a tiny Chinese boy with paper cut-out bunny ears on his head spotted me and shouted "YOU TOO!!!" We waved at each other and his grandmother laughed. This is what life is about: fun.



All in all, a good day. It's amazing how nice people can be when you give them something different to look at. Today was a little sociology experiment that worked. And that's the best, really.



Happy Almost Easter everyone!