I See Weirdly Dressed People Everyday

I fell in love with NYC a long time ago and still enjoy coming here every day*.

The desire to work in NYC is something that was probably set into motion during my childhood.

My dad used to take me to work with him on a few occasions when I was younger and I just loved it. Initially, it was likely because the secretary pool thought I was cute and allowed me to pretend I was working and use one of their fancy electric typewriters.

As I got older, the trips turned into short forays into the exciting world of "The City". I was joined by the twin daughters of one of my dad's colleagues from Long Island.  Armed with nothing more than a subway map and a bunch of tokens, we'd head out for some shopping and adventure. Bloomingdales almost always was on the list of places to go and lots of other stops in between the 2 Broadway office and mid-town. We had no cell phones and probably didn't even have the number of our dads' office. All that was expected of us was to not to go above 59th Street and be back by a certain time to start the commute home.

Those trips were tons of fun and the thrill of exploring and people watching was forever seared into my brain. Although I consider myself a veteran city worker, part of me just loves the energy and vibrancy in NYC.  I believe it is like no other place on earth.

And sometimes I can't help and stop and stare at the often bizarre things that seem to be a "natural" part of NYC. Especially people dressed weirdly. Very weirdly. As in stuff you probably would only see at Halloween anywhere else.

Now, more often than not there is a logical reason for these costumes (promotions for a show or event), but it still makes me laugh inside.

Of course some of the get-ups are just people being weird too. Or somehow thinking that what they have on their backs is in some twisted way a unique fashion statement.

Since starting this blog, I decided to try and snap pictures of some of these sightings. Here's a few taken in the span of two days on my short walk to Penn Station.  I wasn't fast enough to catch a few others - there was a woman walking with what appeared to be a grey shag rug with a whole cut out for her neck. Hopefully she'll be around tomorrow....

I <3 NYC.

*Disclaimer: Days that the transit systems are mucked up are rightfully excluded.