Tonight

An article today in the New York Times talked about all the Russian billionaires that are buying up New York real estate--fantastic multi million dollar apartments paid for in cash that they don't even live in.  A broker characterized these buyers as people "who roll around town in customized Rolls Royces where the doors open at the opposite hinge to allow women to step out easier in heels."  I'm trying to wrap my head around that concept--cars designed specifically for women who wear 5 inch stilettos, women who  must wear 5 inch stilettos or who are banished to the back of the bus, men who refuse to be seen with women who don't wear 5 inch stilettos.  You get my drift. 

I am going to New York this Friday to celebrate Passover with my friends.  None of us will be we wearing 5 inch stilettos.  I am making vegetarian matzo ball soup, an oxymoron.   I live in a different world than those Russian plutocrats and their girlfriends.  Who lives in that world, I wonder.

Tonight I went to dinner with an old friend of Steve's.  He's a friend of mine, too, which I really appreciate.  Sitting near us was a young woman who was absolutely beautiful, actually she was  breathtaking.  She had long dark hair, almond shaped eyes, coffee colored skin.  She wore a simple tank top and a long skirt. She had on a beaded necklace of many colors.  I couldn't see if she was wearing 5 inch stilettos.  Across from her was a much older man, dressed very conservatively in a blue blazer, khaki pants, a pale pink shirt and a tie.  He was the oldest man in the room with the most beautiful woman in the room. What was their story, I wondered?  Did he know what a prize he had before him? Did he have a car with the doors that opened at the opposite hinge?