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Have you seen the movie, "The Holiday?" Right at the beginning, you hear a monologue on love from one of the main characters, Iris. She talks about love lost, faded love, love being found, and she proclaims to be an expert on one other kind:
Unrequited love.
You know. . .
Love offered, but not reciprocated.
Depressing.
Iris can't seem to shake her infatuation with a man who doesn't love her back.
New York-New York reminded me of this movie. . . or was it the Sphinx? I took a shuttle down Las Vegas Boulevard one evening for dinner. I had to take a shuttle as I was in Vegas for training and not staying on 'The Strip.' I was gazing at the Sphinx, New York, the Eiffel Tower, and all without moving except to pivot in place.
How cool to be able to see all of these things in one spot! Driving by the Sphinx, it was so neat and tidy. I mean, it had a nose! There were other replicas of ancient objects with hieroglyphs on them. The detail was great! Everything was sharp and clean.
Pristine.
New York was the same way. I didn't make it all the way to Paris, but I presume I would have found it comparable. Everything is luxurious: valets and limos, huge rooms and marble lobbies, waterfalls and palm trees--indoors--and the list goes on.
It's almost better than the real thing!
Except. . .
. . . it's not the real thing.
(to be continued. . . read more)
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