every so often.......

It was a gorgeous Saturday afternoon as the sun smiled upon the myriad of people-young,old,black,brown,white,yellow (I kid you not-there actually was a woman who was an eerie shade of yellow bordering on jaundice... and that 's why FAKE TANS ARE A BAD IDEA).
In the midst of this ocean of bodies, a beautiful voice resonated through the air.... a beautiful voice that belonged to a man standing in the middle of Buchanan Street.... a beautiful voice that was belting out a glorious version of Puccini's Nessun Dorma... a beautiful voice that inspired the flight of pigeons up high into the skies.
Like the Pied Piper of Hamelin, this tenor was hypnotizing a growing crowd, and as I got cozy on the steps nearby with a Starbucks' Straberries and Cream in hand, I was reminded of this scene in 'The Mirror Has Two Faces' where Babra Streisand is giving a lecture on the reality of romantic love and she says ".....the onscreen lovers kiss and the music soars and our emotions are heightened and magnified ... but in reality we don't hear Pucinni when we kiss!!!!
She was elaborating about the manipulation of media and the effect it has on us, and that very often there is dissapointment on some level when we don't hear the Philharmonic when our date kisses us goodnight....metaphorically speaking.
But that afternoon, as goosebumps mushroomed all over me, I thought the atmosphere that we were all enveloped in that afternoon very much resembled a scene from a good old fashoined New York movie. There were in fact couples wrapped up in each other and I'm sure they were thinking the same thing I was ....... that every so often, life does imitate art.

It was a lazy, cloudy Sunday morning,( yeah Glagsgow's 'great' that way-you can experience all four seasons over the course of just one weekend)
Anyways,I digress-I was sitting in the lounge, on the phone with mum. I finally organized my flat and was ecstatically regaling her with my adventures of interior decorating, a vacumm cleaner that started to smoke (err.. I still don't know what happened there), and the big beautiful bay windows that adorned the walls of the lounge, though I was expressing a slight unease at the fact that when the curtains are drawn open, it's a free-for-all viewing opportunity and as much as I'm sure that the people on the opposite side of the street have much better things to do than to play peeping toms, the excessive exposure was extremely exasperating.
And then minutes into my rant......IT appeared!!!This pasty white, assymmetrical excuse for a derriere was staring me in the face... from across the road. Awwww man.... talk about timing... mum laughed, I shrugged!!! Some guy was walking around his lounge, naked and hunched over.... in an effort to maintain some decency,maybe?? I don't know??!! Seriously......Seriously!!!
Later that night I was thinking about it...the incident on the whole that is, and not the faceless ass, I smiled and realised that now I too have that 'naked man across the road'.
Megan,I thought of you....hahah.... you'd so get a kick out of this ;)
I'm sure Ross, Rachel, Monica, Phoebe, Chandler and Joey would be thrilled to know that every so often... life does imitate art ...
(their 'art')!