Carry on, Sad Panda

I felt it due time that I checked in with news about my good friend, Sad Panda. Since I last wrote about SP, I've had the pleasure of finally seeing him in person! It was a truly great moment in my life. It seems that Sad Panda has taken up a regular Sunday morning post at the corner of Broadway and Wall Street. He's usually seated in a corner by the stock exchange gate and looking quite forlorn. I've encountered him several times now on my way to mass but unfortunately haven't been able to stop and chat because it's early on a Sunday morning so obvi I am running late and hungover.

A change that must be noted about SP's choice in accessories is that the Duane Reade bag is no more, and lately Sad Panda has been seen carrying a small floral patterned purse (seen pictured, from Gothamist). This makes me wonder: perhaps we always wrongly assumed that Sad Panda is a "he"? I'm fine with murses, but no self-respecting male panda would carry a floral bag. Or maybe...Sad Panda is actually a tranny? On SP's Facebook page, he/she chooses not to identify as either gender or state a sexual preference. I like the mystery, but hmmmmm...

But I don't judge. I've come to quite enjoy seeing Sad Panda on a lonely Sunday. As I pass, I've taken to giving a little nod or a slight smile and wave as if to say, "I salute you, Sad Panda, for all that you bring to our fair city. Keep doing what you do."

Let me tell you 'bout my best friend...

People have been buzzing about the coolest new resident of New York, Sad Panda. He's been spotted a lot recently on the downtown streets and subways carrying his Duane Reade bag and being pretty much the coolest guy ever! He even won Dlisted's Hot Slut of the Day! I totes wanna be BFFs with Sad Panda. He already hangs out in my hood in the FiDi and just seems like an all around stand up guy. He rides the subway so you know he isn't stuck up like those Polar Bitches. I think we'd have many enjoyable afternoons walking around Battery Park, haggling for fake Coach bags, maybe hit up Century 21. *Harry Nilsson singing in the background* Then we can go back to my apartment, listen to a lil Dashboard Confessional, paint each other's nails black, drink some Andre, and then if our emotions can still handle it pop in my Garden State DVD. But c'mon, he's Sad Panda, of course his emotions can handle it! So, SP, if you're reading this and looking for a friend, txt me.