I, like other residents of this little municipality, have a bone to pick with the Center for Disease Control's verdict that New Yorkers are the unhappiest people in the country. I think they failed to factor in the notion that we like to complain, that being or appearing unhappy makes New Yorkers happy. Or else we'd be hauling ass to Los Angeles to bare our chemically-bleached choppers faster than Tiger's wife could sign those divorce papers.
But this is the Good Newspaper, and I'm not really blogging in order to pick bones. So here are a few things that might prompt a natural, un-enhanced smile. Okay, a smirk - we don't show our teeth in this town.
Tomorrow: Soho's macbar will give out free mac 'n cheese to the first 300 customers.
Sunday: Meet in Washington Square Park to embark on the December Hot Chocolate Crawl, or pay-what-you-wish for the 3pm showing of Nutcracker: Rated R.
Now: Go for a walk, because we live in a city where you can do that. Even when it's really freaking cold out. Feel free to move if you don't like it.
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