Ever since becoming Man & Wifey of Leisure, we've been kinda dreading the weekends. I used to think, "Woo hoo, it's Friday!" Now I tend to sulk, "Shit. It's Friday." Things are crowded on the weekends... kids are out of school, people are off of work, and shops close early. It's kind of a downer, really. That's why instead of celebrating TGIF tomorrow, we're celebrating TGInF (Thank God It's not Friday) today! 
It's empty here in the Sheep Meadow, a stark contrast to when we were here last Saturday when it was chock-full of weekend park dwellers. It's kind of amazing actually... we're sitting here in the middle of an urban oasis, a vast open space amidst a crowded city of more than 8 million people, enjoying our picnic of chocolate twists, cinnamon sticky buns, and rosemary bread loaves from Amy's Bread (another Andrew recommendation). 
Mmmm, carbs. This is why we love the weekdays... it's all about being able to have a quiet picnic in the park, taking a leisurely stroll along the Mall, exploring Belvedere Castle, and soaking up the scenery by the Jackie O Reservoir. How often can you have Central Park all to yourselves? Ahh, the life of leisure...
... or maybe this is just the calm before the storm. The "storm" being our dear friend Cindy, who at the last minute, decides to join us on the final leg of our little foray into the Big Apple because she somehow scored a free plane ticket. She arrives without a hitch, but 10 minutes after checking into her hotel room, she's feeling a bit under the weather. Ok, that's an understatement. She's hella sick. I mean like hella, hella sick. She's coughing up a lung, and things are coming out of her nose that really shouldn't be coming out of anyone's nose. Ugh. She claims to have caught a bug on the plane, but I'm thinking she was already sick before she left but couldn't pass up the free plane ticket. Right, Cin?
Anyway, we head down to the nearest Duane Reade for some much needed meds. Hmm... this feels just like Shanghai all over again. At least they speak English here. So she pumps herself up with drugs and is pretty much knocked-the-f*ck-out the whole night. Meanwhile, as we leave her for dead, the wifey and I grab red velvet cupcakes at Crumb, do some evening shopping at UNIQLO, and pick up dinner from the Halal cart at 53rd & 6th. All in all, it's a pretty good night. What? Oh come now... of course we check in on our dear friend to make sure she's still alive. Here's how it goes...Wifey calls her room.
Ring, ring.
Cin: ...Heelllloooo?...
Wifey: You asleep?
Cin: ...Yeeeesss...
Wifey: Want food?
Cin: ...Nooooooo...
So she's obviously still knocked-the-f*ck-out... but alive. Poor girl travels 3000 miles to NYC just to get sick. Well, as long as she's still breathing, we can enjoy our dinner while watching a double feature of Grease and Grease 2 in our room. I dunno what's worse, Cindy's swine flu or sitting through Grease 2. Just kill me now.
Random Stuff:
- Stopping at the Guggenheim to take random artsy pics.
- On the subway ride back to the hotel, there were 2 black guys singing Do Run Run on the train. They made us smile.
Zero G on the E
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