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there were three birthdays in the office on wednesday, which meant i shoveled too much cake (a moist, delicious, brownie-like cake that didn't make me gag!) and mexican food into my esophagus for celebration's sake. yesterday, i opted for a half day (because i can) and spent the afternoon in parks instead of slumped over a desk. after lunching with brian in battery park city, i walked up fulton street just in time to see a middle-aged, beer-gutted man in a full pink tutu, with lacy garters and a frilly headpiece, just cruising down the sidewalk, smoking a ciggie and on his merry way somewhere. at bryant park, i indulged in overpriced ice cream and propped myself up with two park chairs about 10 feet from a sundried, thunderously snoring man with his shirt inched up past his mountainous belly. just after settling into my book, a woman set up shop five feet ahead to prepare all of us naysayers for christ's second coming, which is apparently soon. i stayed just long enough to hear about floods and fire, then witness a passer-by's failed plea for silence, closely followed by a police citation. when i exited the park, the policeman had gone and i could hear the woman's confident, steady voice start up again. tonight, i'm attending an experimental show in a converted silo on the gowanus canal, tomorrow is a mystery, and sunday i'll be picnicking and paddling a boat through central park. sometimes life isn't so bad, you know?