anotherkindofdrew blog

I woke up today restless. Yesterday was spent indoors as it was both cold and rainy and I lacked almost all motivation. So yesterday I knew I needed to get up and get out. I intended to head to Obscura Antiques on East 10th Street to look at…well, obscure antiques. I got off the train at 77th street which mean I had about thirteen blocks total to walk in order to reach my destination. And what a 13 it was.

Somewhere around East 7th St between Second and Third Avenues I ran into the Ukrainian festival at St. George Ukrainian Catholic Church. It was only about a block long and looked more like a “get insurance from a Ukrainian broker” than any real heritage festival. But, it was interesting and something to add pizazz the day.

I made it to the antiques shop and was quite disappointed. Between their very small size and high prices, it was less than ideal to find some interesting pieces. I decided to continue walking around and checking out this new part of town. I ended up on Christopher Street and right smack in the middle of the Block & Merchants Association Festival. Trust me, nothing to write home about. It provided mild entertainment for a few minutes though.

As I realized the time and was already arranging some dinner plans with a dear friend I got held up on a corner – behind barricades, even – by the New York Dance Parade. Running on Broadway from 31st Street to 13th Street, then across town to 5th Avenue and south to Washington Square Park, the parade was just one troop after another of people who probably shouldn’t be wearing the costumes they were wearing, doing the movements they were doing or even considering calling it ‘dance’. It was the highlight of my day and left me sitting on the train home thinking to myself, “only in New York.”

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