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31 August 09

delightful sunday

 If your Sunday does not include a hangover for some reason, I would strongly recommend while it is still nice out, taking a walk over to the west side before all the Hamptons folks return to repopulate the city with their eating disorders, coke habits, and far too expensive preppy clothing.  The west side is where I spent most of Sunday solo enjoying the people watching which mostly included cute dogs, kids taking their bicycles for a first spin, and couples who clearly live uptown and consider running along the west side highway to be their foray into downtown life.

I made my first visit to the High Line and it was pretty sweet.  The views were great, there are places to drink booze, watch people have sex at the standard, and even spots for the little ones to play.  My only issue with the High Line is the issue I have with every other really fun/interesting/scenic spot in Manhattan, it was interminably crowded.  From savvy suburbanites to high-heeled models, to the most adorable multi-cultural, bi-racial families one could ever imagine (genetic diversity is where its at folks)- the place was packed.  Crowds aside, I would still recommend a trip up there as it really was pretty great.  I’d imagine the view at sunset was even better but by the time the sun was setting I was pretty ravenous and after a brief stop at the gym (precipitated mostly by a need to pee), I headed to Whole Foods for another Sunday NYC tradition:  grocery shopping.  Also, absurdly crowded and I made the rookie mistake of hitting up the grocery store after a day where I only had a few cookies and a soy latte, so by the time I got to Whole Foods every food option seemed like a great idea.

I also deftly avoided, barely, a prominent partner at my firm as I didn’t think it appropriate to approach him while he is at the butcher and while yours truly was still a sweaty, disgusting mess donning a Yankees hat, pearls, and the same yoga pants I had on the day before.  Walking around lower Manhattan in the same clothes two days in a row and I cannot figure out I haven’t secured a date all summer…

Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh