So I went to Central Park to work. Today was a perfect New York autumn day: overcast and windy yet not cold enough to be uncomfortable. That is, until the rain.
Rain that came out of nowhere, like in perhaps every episode of LOST. Luckily, I had ducked out of Central Park before it got really bad. Yet the sheer power and scale of the storm forced me to go into hiding. Where did I hide?
A wine store. Correction: a wine store with free tastings from local wineries and free oysters and clams. It was pretty sweet. I thought to myself, "Why not? I'm here anyway? Why not try some wine and get a nice midday buzz going." And that's exactly what I did. I even tried oysters on the half-shell, an experience I don't believe I've ever had. It was surprisingly good! I think I may be addicted (I just imagine myself going to every wharf and begging for oysters in order to get my "fix"). Finally, I bought a nice bottle of wine that I hope to share with roommates at dinner tonight.
Then I went to Michaels to procure my [harbor] fix. Afterwards, I went to Barnes and Nobles to get my postcards for family fix and my Scott Pilgrim fix. And what a surprise! I found myself by Gray's Papaya (a New York tradition), and while I wasn't really hungry I knew I had to try one of their hot dogs. I didn't get the papaya juice, which will have to be remedied. Someday.
I'm home now. Time to get started on some [harbor].
