I hear things, you know, through the grapevine — that small, shriveled grapevine that encircles my breathtaking life. And through this grapevine, I’ve heard that my former friend OC was recently visiting New York City with a group of women. Going to the theatre. Going to restaurants. Sightseeing. Shopping. Prophesying. You know, the usual crap people do when they go to New York City. And I speak with authority as someone who’s never ever been there.
Turns out, she was prophesying IN the restaurants and IN the theatres. And she is quite pumped up, apparently, about the things that God told her in those restaurants and theatres. I don’t know what the precise content was, per se, but I could guess and be REAL close, I’ll bet. More importantly, though, I thought I should tell you that if all your favorite theatres and restaurants suddenly go belly up — um, OC did it.
Sorry, New York City. Sorry.
As far as I know, NYC doesn’t have a 333rd Street – it peters out in the 280s just south of Yonkers, IIRC. She’s got work to do.
Joey: When Bad Christians Happen to Good People
It’s the sweeping up after them that I mind.
If the Upper West Side starts disappearing, street by street, I’ll know who to call.
Dang it. I’ll be staying on the Upper West Side in about 3 weeks. Can it wait to disappear AFTER that?
Not my favorite deli!!! Get ‘er outta there! and make it snappy! I LOVE the subways. And everything else you mentioned.
Except the prophesying, of course.