Voyeurism

I was reminded of this story when my mom came to visit the other day (best day ever!!)

My bedroom window looks out onto a major NY street, which apparently serves as a much traversed route for tour buses. I often get ready for nights to go out with loud music, solo dance parties (what?... yeah), and preparation in this very window. Sometimes I will have that window open. On one of those such nights a group of tourists on the upper deck of a double decker (apparently) caught sight of me applying makeup and began to yell "You look great!" "You missed a spot!" and other such exclamations. Ohhh NY.

At least they didn't catch me rocking it out to the Pussycat Dolls... :)