POOR GIRL PICNICS AND SUMMER TIME IN THE N-Y-C
“Summertime and the living is easy.”
Oh summer in the city. It is my favorite time of year and as next weekend is Memorial Day it is about to get into full swing. And as my lucky stars are shinning down on me…. ERIN IS BACK IN TOWN!!!
And the fun and games have resumed as though she hasn’t been gone for an entire fall and winter and we have picked up as though last summer has never ended. Our goal is to meet once a week and so far we have stuck with it, though I must say my favorite tradition of our is Poor Girl Picnics (in Bryant Park of course where we don’t have to tip any one and no one will bother us for drinking wine J).
And this is only how it begins a mixture of sushi and dips with veggies, fruit, crackers and cheese (all bought at some health food store or another of course) and that’s it. Once the first picnic has commenced you know its summer. Then its movies in the park, walks by the pier, roof top bars and frozen drinks at the South Street Seaport.
Ah alas… it’s good to be here in the summer time… when living is easy!!!
The ice cream man is back as well.... with his stupid music box. Oh but he is more clever and cunning then normal this summer.
The other day as Vin and I lay on the sofa watching a movie we hear the annoying notes filling the air and Vin turns to me and says, "Run out and get us some ice cream!" I roll my eyes till he hands me a fiver and litteraly kicks me off the sofa and says "RUUNN!" So I slightly jog out the front door and just as I hit the sidewalk the damn truck begins to pull away. I run after it for about a half a block flalling my arms and screaming, "Heyyy! Heeeey! Wait up! Come on I want some ice cream." But alas the driver never notices and the guy in the back of the truck is to busy counting all the money he ripped off from the neighborhod children to realize I am husteling after them.
This happens.... TWICE.
On the third night I decide: I'm gonna be ready for this guy!! He is not going to get past me tonight. SO I put the fiver in my pocket and slipped on my sandels and stood in the living room playing guitar hero with my eye constantly on the front door. Which is a very difficult task seeing as you are supposed to play the notes on the screen. Needless to say I lost at Guitar Hero... and wouldn't you know that ICE SCREAM MAN SCUM never even bothered to come by.....
He may have won the battle but oh this war is not over!!!!!