Greater New York Weekend

Not your traditional 4th of July weekend. Shoutout to all my vegetarians out there. MJ and I made plans to go to Greenwich, Connecticut: land of milk and people who have done really well for themselves with hedge funds. This fourth had a little New-Years Sydrome- everyone wanted to do something cool and in turn there was nothing to do. But AH! I had solid plans and before I knew it, a full car of people ready to exchange their hot dogs and patriotic Old Navy shirts for Chardonnay and Shakespeare.

Shakespeare on the Sound (shakespeareonthesound.org) is an amazing free event put on every summer. Lauren, Jill, Jill's gentleman friend, MJ and I basically sat on blankets, drank A LOT of wine, snacked, and enjoyed the beautiful waterfront view all the while trying to focus on Shakespeare, which is hard after all that wine. The distant view of Long Island reminded my of John Irving's A Widow For One Year (read it damnit). Anyway, I had some critiques on the play, mostly I didn't like the costumes or the Puck, but overall it was just such a gorgeous night and I really recommend this as a day trip. I enjoyed it so much that I didn't even feel my usual New York propensity for snide remarks about the plethora of boat shoes. Afterwards we got some drinks with the cast where I met this white boy from Indiana whose job it is to do beats for Hip Hop recording artists. God Bless America.

Sunday was my first day back rollerskating. But before I get into the phenomenon that is the Central Park Dance Skaters Association, I also watched Federer win Wimbledon and beat poor, adorable Roddick who walked away with nothing but a serving plate. I started to cry a bit when he was giving his speech. I also made a WORLD CLASS omelette from basil, tomato, onion, and goat cheese. I actually want to make one for Andy Roddick as a gesture of kindness to say, "Here Sweetheart, an omelette for your woes." And then he would say, "Please, if you would, could you serve it to me on my Wimbledon plaque?" Then he would probably cry in it.

Anyway, if you ever want to observe the eccentricities of crazy New Yorkers from a safe distance behind a barrack, then come down and watch the rollerskaters one weekend afternoon. There are interesting outfits, people way old to look like they can move the way they do, AND the occasional businessman rollerblader with full helmet, knee pads, wrist guards, and plaid shirt. He usually looks scared. I went out on Sunday and despite my efforts to dissemble with sunglasses and approximately 8 years of age, I was recognized by a few of them. I had a good time and got my groove back to MJ circa Jackson 5. My MJ showed up to say hi in full running gear wearing Federer headband in homage. The headband and my rollerskates canceled each other out thus allowing a normal conversation to ensue. Check out the skaters: CPDSA.org

Blisters from skating, blisters from Bhangra dance class tonight. Having bad feet is good for the soul. :)

I wanted to share a little background information about the omelette, but after mild research I realize that may deserve its own post. However, there is a source that says it dates back to Ancient Persia. I guess that's a good enough tidbit for now. More to come...