"SUUUUUE."

It's been an interesting week in the Big Apple.

Monday morning as I made my way into the office I passed Danny Glover on the downtown #1 platform at 59th Street. He was gracious enough to pose for a photo with and older African-American woman. I wondered if he rides public transportation in an effort to be eco-friendly or if there's a little of the Thrifty-Scot lurking inside him. Ain't nothin' wrong with frugality.

Then last night I met one of my friends, I call him Papi, who used to be one of my vendors met for drinks. Back in the day (like 24 months ago) we used to go to these lavish lunches and dinners. When I started to rattle off the list of celebrities we've dined next to he laughed and interjected, "Anna Wontour!" (And it's true we sat two tables from her at Pastis a couple of years back.)

Nowadays we're all spending a little more time consulting the Thrifty-Scot and I've told Papi I don't care where we eat, if it's pizza and a can of coke that's fine by me. Papi isn't ready to take it to that level so we had drinks and burgers at Trailer Park Lounge. I told him I'd meet him at any tiny hell-hole at the end of the world if need be and he said, "You're a good friend."

After dinner I stumbled home -- and  if you order a burger at Trailer Park Lounge you get a free can of beer then chase that with a few $5 margaritas and you too can stumble home... where I fell  into an uneasy sleep.

I was wide awake at 2:45 a.m. (Was it the tater tots?) This has become a new habit. I used to wake up at 3:15 a.m. And now I think I'm going to take a hint from Lindsay Lohan's route to a good night's sleep and read... REST.

Today as I was walking along the sidewalks of Manahattan because last night when I stumbled home I managed to misplace my monthly MTA card and so it was time to take a stroll as I did my errands. Meandering around Manhattan is always interesting but I was wishing the cool, sexy breeze that ought to be present in the almost-month of October, would show up already.

After stops at Petco and Duane Reade and the discount DVD store, as I headed towards Penn Station I congratulated myself on DVDs purchased for $5.99. (Go Thrifty!) I ambled onto the subway platform and there was Sue Wicks. Glowing -- as she always does.

I said, "Sue Wicks, what are you doing on this platform?" She smiled and said, "Waiting for the train." (Duh)

The last time I got close to Sue was outside Madison Square Garden in 2001. The Liberty were in the playofffs. The atmosphere near the entrance to the Garden was electric. Fans were milling about and everyone was all smiley. I had brought a box of Bazooka bubble gum for Becky Hammon and just as the security guard took the box from me I turned and saw Sue. All thougths of Becky vanished. (Sorry Bubba.) Then -- as if I was in a trance -- I found myself making a slow deliberate march towards Sue. I do recall I pushed past a throng of young girls and women. I stood about a foot taller than the rest of them. And when I found myself face-to-face with Sue, she stood a foot taller than me. The woman is refulgent. And she's a hell of a ball player. And she's openly gay. I couldn't speak. I couldn't move. I stood there. (I believe this is called star-struck and it was the first time I'd ever experienced this.) Sue stepped forward and hugged me. When she stepped back I said, "Thank you for being out." She smiled. Then with nothing left to say, I turned and headed into the Garden.

This afternoon we did not hug but she seemed to recognize me. She beamed (as she always does) and said, with genuine interest, "How have you been?" I was all smiles and this time I was able to locate my words. I told her what I had been up to and asked how she was. I asked, "Are you happy?" She smiled and replied, "Yes. Are you?" I said, "I'm very tired but happy." After more small talk I excused myself and headed to catch my train.

I could tell the story about the time I approached Tracey Ullman on the sidewalk to discuss the Liberty -- during the regular season -- but I'll save that for another day. Suffice to say we had a very pleasent chat. And I thanked her for coming to the games. You'd think I was the ambassador for the Liberty or something the way I go around acting all familiar with the players and celebrities who participate in the Liberty games. But I am genuinely happy that I've been able to attend so many games over the years. I've watched the way the players got younger (that was a natural progression), watched the level of play turn more agressive (Hell ya!), and seen a few players dunk during games (on highlight reels).

It's only Wednesday. I wonder what the heck Thursady will bring?

Friday I'm heading to Menla to attend the pre-conference hosted by Frank Ostaseski.

Now if only that cool breeze would show up...