Day's Adventure in the Big Apple

Yesterday, I actually had an adventure in NYC.  Given the title of this blog, you would think that I would be participating in a great deal more shenanigans, but my life is actually rather mundane.  In any case, given the rarity of yesterday's fun, I feel that I should blog about it, just to ensure that "Day's Adventures" keeps its quota of 10% adventure, 90% banality.

Because it is finally getting warmer, a couple of friends and I decided to meet in Central Park yesterday.  We began in the Southeast corner of the park and headed upwards, into the center of the park.  There we scrambled on a few rock faces and generally lounged in a hidden spot, where we could spy on passers-by below.  

Afterward, we wandered around until we saw a temporary roller skating arena.  It was amazing!  There was an extraordinarily gifted skater there who could balance a water bottle on his head while skating at any speed in any direction.  It was a sight to behold - and I cannot bear to tarnish the memory by poorly describing it further.  I wish I had a picture to share, but I was far too dumbfounded to think about pulling the camera out of my bag at the time.

Afterward we strolled the mall.  The trees were just budding, which gave the walkway an impressionistic feel, as though the trees were surrounded by vague images of leaves.  Pointillism.  

We then came across a truly grassy knoll, with actual grass.  I'm disgustingly excited to see real, actual grass anymore, now that I exclusively pound the pavement.  Actually walking upon dirt and grass and nature and stuff just feels so good, just like in my memories of a time when I used to take grass for granted.  

After sitting on the wonderfully green and healthy sod for a good long time, watching a small dog play with a pink bouncy ball, the next mission became clear: find a bathroom.  Luckily we were near 72nd Street so it was relatively easy to walk to the Barnes and Noble near Lincoln Center.  Those are my favorite public restrooms, since I believe that many people don't think to remember that they're available - you know, in there with the books and all.  There is a Starbucks just a block down, and Starbucks in NYC have become synonymous with public restrooms, which further adds to the vacancy of the B & N restrooms.

In any case, darkness had fallen by then, and so we decided to eat burritos and drink beer.  Luckily Harry's Burritos was nearby - although we had just missed happy hour by 5 minutes.  A few beers after an afternoon adventure was just the ticket.  Surely the best possible ending to a rather enjoyable afternoon