I’m in the village for maybe the fourth or fifth time today to get over to the school and get my registration information. I’ve been here enough times now to be able to form an opinion about it. The village is full of (um, shock of shocks) “village people.”
I’m starting to be able to spot them from a mile away anywhere else in Manhattan. They remind me a lot of “castro people” and “Santa Barbara people.” They seem to either somehow have enough money not to need a real life (and therefore to spend their time on kitschy fashion trifles and whining adoringly at each other in public) or have developed an economy all their own in which to play.
They’re sort of cute in an “I wouldn’t want to live anywhere near them” way. I much prefer my own neighborhood.