New York – I had been under the weather these couple of days. Maybe it’s this hormonal imbalance causing hot flashes and moodiness. Or the many deadlines (tax season, school assignments) and a friend moving away. Plus family matters that need to be addressed here and back home in Cebu.
It was getting too much that in between my mood swings, I had to shed a tear or two and took much of my frustration with whoever was within reach. I felt like I was one piece of dry aged beef ready to be sizzled.
But living in New York has its perks and one can never be depressed or melancholy for long. There’s so much to do here, you just have to be creative. So, in my gloomy moments, I tried to watch comedy shows on Netflix. But my loud laughter just turned to tears when my hormones started to kick in.
So I did yoga, and emptied my mind.
When it was empty, I went to the University of YouTube to fill my brain with philosophical hullabaloo which made me no saner than when I began. I thought of going to the Metropolitan Museum but having those antiquated art would make me more somber. Instead, I went to where New York is famous for — talk shows.
I’ve gone to many of these shows such as The View (I was with Marivir), and The Chew (back then when chef Mario Batalli was still famous. Did you know he gave up all his restaurants?)
Earlier, I got an email from the Jimmy Fallon show cancelling for the day and that they’re moving me as part of their waitlist by the end of the month.
I did get several emails from the Rachel Ray show, but I got discouraged when I saw how much more chunkier she was now than a few years back. That made me more sad.
So the only available one which fit with my schedule was the Dr. Oz.
I had seen the Dr. Oz show three times. The last one with my friend Famidah, whom I had to bring so she could have that New York experience. I didn’t like that segment because all they talk about was the murder of Jon Benet — a child who was killed in her own basement and whose case took several years to be solved.
This time I made sure what I was getting into the Oz show with a topic on food. He also had a rapper guest named Fat Joe.
The strong lights on our faces were so hot that reminded me of the weather in the Philippines. I almost slept on my chair. There were lull moments with Oz, plus I couldn’t fully hear the conversation in each segment. It felt like it was my siesta time.
If fun for you was seeing several cameras all over the place, with men in black T-shirts and pants, an occassional make up artist wiping Dr. Oz sweaty forehead while giving him a bottle of mineral water in between takes. For the sake of experience of being in a studio, then we can call that tolerable fun.
The first part was the journey of Fat Joe. When his rapper friend died at 28 (also a huge guy of around 400 pounds), he realized that he had to lose weight. which he did. I wonder why he is still called Fat Joe when he is already well fit.
After the rapper segment, Dr. Oz talked about bacon. There was a speaker who differentiated which bacon tasted best, the regular fried, the oven baked, and the one that was boiled first before it was cooked. And the winner—the baked one. The bacon segment woke up my senses.
It was almost 5PM when the stage manager called it a ‘wrap’ and I finally heaved a sigh of relief. After three hours at the ABC studio of Dr. Oz, I walked to Daniel Bouloud’s Epicerie, right across the Lincoln Center as I was hungry. There I enjoyed the heavenly quiche and dessert.
New York City is an entertainment center. Even by just walking in Central Park, or Times Square, or spending quite moments inside Barnes and Noble, there is always something to enjoy doing. You can easily bump into a celebrity on the streets, which many times I did. International stars here behave like us normal people.
As for me, I am now thinking of my next adventure. Will you join me?