Sunday involved several of my favorite past times: Walking through the city, trying something new , and beating the hell out of a dead horse. Central Park was lovely, if not a little chilly on the Lord's day and row boating is something I would recommend, as it is secluded in a public space, affordable, and entertaining for sure. Sometimes I love New York. Sometimes I question my sanity.
Last weekend was a beautiful early Spring New York weekend and I intended to take full advantage of it, as my Jamaican-inspired work schedule has yet to commence. After a long, painful North Eastern Winter little feels better than feeling the actual sun on your rapidly aging face.
At the suggestion of a friend I met in prison, or at a former employer's demonic business, its basically the same thing, I had a romantic evening in downtown . A stroll along the river with no floating gangster bodies in sight set the tone for our ride on the Staten Island Ferry at sunset. It is here I discovered that a Saturday evening is when when the SI'ers utilize the Ferry's lounge like bathroom to its fullest to recreate the early 80's with hair and face, and not in a good way! Banana clips are back! Did you know?
Just because I cannot currently afford to GO to Asia to sample their cuisine does not mean that I cannot enjoy a good, underground hole in the wall Indonesian/Malaysian eatery where I only recognized half of the dishes. The slurping of fellow diners really made the experience authentic, so thanks to the Asians in the US for keeping their native table habits in tack.
Out till 11, I felt accomplished and went home to read The Bell Jar, which I totally thought was about me, till I realized the bitch was going crazy...
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