Saturday, January 12, 2008

We rode the train into NYC. It was Garrett’s first ride, and I felt pretty cool that I knew how to get us places. We listened to the iPod as Garrett played some appropriate tunes such as “New York, New York” and assorted songs by Jersey boys Jon Bon Jovi and Bruce Springsteen.

Central Park, as usual, was beautiful. We sat on a bench in the sun and marveled at how people simply gave their money away. Michael Jackson’s music blasted from a portable stereo system. A guy in a silver sequin jacket and hat called out to the crowd and said things like, “Okay, here we go!” and “Let’s start this show!” while three guys dressed in green tees and sweats looked like backup dancers. People walked by and dropped money in their bucket without even watching. Eventually a crowd formed and they did a little break dancing. A few blocks away, a team dressed in red were doing the same thing—but they danced a little better.

We bought some birthday and baby gifts. We ate at Sarabeth’s. We dropped in on our friends Steph and Josh in the East Village. We walked a lot.

Subway sighting: No rats were visible this time, but a lone umbrella lay between the tracks.