January 19, 2011

When it’s not deathly cold outside, I prefer to walk the extra five blocks to the 6 train instead of catching an N, Q, or R to transfer. This time on my walk, my ipod played some Billy Joel for me, particularly “Uptown Girl.” I remember when I was little, my parents made a VHS tape of Billy Joel music videos from VH1 which I watched all the time. I remember thinking how pretty Christie Brinkley was dancing around the gas station. I wanted to be an Uptown girl without knowing what one was. Now, I technically am one.