Sunday Reflections

Sunday was not the best planned day.  The first plan was to go to the International Pickle Day festivities on Orchard Street.  That plan was cancelled.  The backup plan was to meet a group at the Bohemian Hall Beer Garden in Queens.  I have no idea how long the subway ride is to Astoria, or how long a walk it is to the beer garden.  Leaving the directions at home didn't help.  The ride went quicker than I guessed so I swung by the beer garden a few minutes early.  Not seeing any recognizable members of the group, and having time to spare, I walked down to the water.  I watched the boats on the river for a while and realized I had no desire to go back to the beer garden.  Standing up my friends, who, as it turns out, didn't go to the beer garden anyway, I walked along the waterfront to Socrates Sculpture Park.  The park is better in concept than execution and I was bored after about three minutes.  I also got hungry and thirsty, so I got a couple of cookies at an Italian bakery.  The cookies were fine but had I walked a block farther I would have run into several more interesting places to eat.  Places with seating, for example.

Back in Manhattan the uptown train was packed.  I got out at Lincoln Center just to get off the packed train.  There was a craft fair in progress.  As I walk around it slowly dawns on me that the fair is unusually quiet for the amount of people there.  I looked around and see dozens of people talking in sign language.  That explained the quiet.  I also notice that, aside from the deaf group and a few of the crafts people, I'm the youngest person at the fair by a couple of decades, which may explain why few of the crafts appeal to me.

Unrelated to my ramblings above:  Mr. Met has a Myspace page!  Complete with a really awful song.  If only I had thought of it first...

Comments

[Jen]

I can't tell if it's an official MySpace page, or one done by a really really really really really involved fan. That said, I would prefer one from your Mr. Met.

Also, Lincoln Center is a mess. I know that's the price we pay for renovations, but it's depressing me.

[Joe]

This was one of my cheerier entries!

I love that Mr. Met page! I'm not sure my Mr. Met could compete.