Wow, Rasa, I kind of can’t believe you still have that. That was another lifetime. Feel like chucking it all for a weekend and coming in? You know we’ll take care of you. The House of Pain is something of a mellower place now.
As for the trains that go east and west, that wasn’t exactly relevant for a weekend in Manhattan.
As for the white sneakers, well, there are certain acceptable contexts. It is acceptable to wear tennis shoes to and from the subway during the week. If you are a woman and wear a suit and tennis shoes, everyone knows you are just going to work and will put on your real shoes in the office. There is occasionally something quite attractive about a well-dressed professional female speeding from the train to the office in a slick dick suit and sneaks.
Hell, I do the same thing, save my sneakers are light, impeccable black Pumas. I keep my work shoes in my desk drawer. Though they did not cost quite as much as John McCain’s, they are quite elegant and I would hate to go to the effort of replacing them.
Many, many things exist between heels and reeboks for walking. Again, pbthh’s violation of this basic principle might be part of her style and might make her look snappy and not, as msmith pointedly stated, like she is from Queens in the late 80s. I have never seen her (that I know of), so I will not offer my typically pointed opinion.
Curiously enough, in my years of watching tourists come and go from the World Financial Center, I have found that the most egregious offenders are either from Pennsylvania or Michigan. I am sure all of the Pennsylvanians and Michiganders at the SDMB are the exceptions to this rule, in addition to having large penises, IQs several standard deviations from the mean, and drive Priuses.
I am tempted to put my own opinion to the test. September 11 always brings out the worst offenses, and people of all stripes converge on Ground Zero for some kind of delusional catharsis. I am tempted to take a day off work and wander around the financial district with my camera like a tourist. A tourist of tourists. A metatourist, even. I would post my findings with lugubrious commentary.
The truth is, I kind of love tourists and I really want them to have a great time in my beloved city. This time of year, a day doesn’t go by when someone doesn’t ask me in the morning on my way to work where Ground Zero is. I like to walk them to the site, show them where the information booth is, etc and etc. As much shit as I talk, I love to play tour guide. Go figure.