The New York / New Jersey Accent

So I met this girl on Long Island while I was out on a business trip.  She had one of those thick New York accents.

I found out that night, that I absolutely love the way my name sounds being said by a woman from that area of the country.  Absolutely amazing. 

I've got so much work to do in the next few hours to catch up on logging things from the trip I just went on, follow up on things I promised everyone, and getting ahead with accounts that haven't been contacted in about two weeks, that I probably shouldn't go into too much detail about my week in NYC, but I can say two things:

1-) My independent eDealer shows have been frustrating me, and this one was no different

2-) I love the NYC area.  I ran in central park, went to broadway, had dinner, beers, and espresso with some Jersey guys who used the word fuck more that I use the word I, and I found out that I can't get enough of the NY/Jersey accent out of attractive woman (who don't talk too much.  Nothing was more annoying than the lady on the plane who I was seriously considering reminding to breathe on my flight from NYC to Detroit.  I didn't remind her because I was actually kind of hoping she'd pass out or die.  Well, not die.  That's evil.  But definitely pass out.)

So that was kind of more than two things.  I also have another thing.

Ragnar starts tomorrow, bright and early.  I just ate enchilladas, a double espresso and a "Bell's Amber Ale."  There obviously is some sort of disconnect between my brain and my mind right now.  I will update you post race and let you know how much I am regretty the choices I am making tonigth.
BTW... Don't eat enchilladas at the Mexican Cantina in the A Concourse at the Detroit Airport.  It's terrible.  Seriously, seriously terrible.  Worse mexican food I ever ate, and you have to remember, I lived in Wisconsin, damn near the anti-mexico.

Anyway... Is that all I have to share?  I guess, for now.  Oh Wait, this story is worth documenting.

I got sick of being honked at in NY this week. Everyone honks.  It drives me crazy.  So as I made a left turn on a left arrow, and the car going the opposite way tried to turn right and nearly hit me, then honked at ME like I made a mistake... I snapped.

I slammed on my brakes with him and his girl behind me.  Parked my car, got out, and flipped out.  No joke.  I walked up this window, let out a stream of obscenties that I'd compare to average conversation of the guys I met in Jersey.  He freaked out, drove around me on the shoulder, and kept going.

That'll teach him.  One less stupid New Yorker using his horn all too often.