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Surprising delights.
Finding myself in the middle of a phalanx of skateboarders made for a fun surprise this afternoon, and the sort of thing I've missed happening to me. It's a knack I have, showing up at places where things are happening without knowing anything about them ahead of time - deciding to go for a walk in the park and wandering into a major street art fair, or visiting a natural history museum the day they had farrier demonstrations to inaugurate their new horse exhibit. That sort of thing. Not every time I head out, but often enough to say I have a knack for it happening.
I didn't know it was the Broadway Bomb today when I set out. I just wanted to drop off a CD at the library and head off to the West Village to see a friend - but because of a whole bunch of factors, like when I decided to head out, and where I was headed, I found myself riding along with them for about fifty blocks. I didn't know what was happening, or why, if this was a regular thing, if it'd been decided on two days ago as some sort of demonstration, if this was something new to New York I'd missed being in self-isolation, but I did know I wanted to ride with them. So they were there on their skateboards and longboards and scooters, and I was on my rented bike, and for a good fifty blocks or so, I was in it with them. A few times, I took my hands off the handlebars and rode without; mostly, I just liked being there. Between my renting the bike, not meaning to be there, and wearing a long purple dress, I didn't fit in, which meant it was the exact right place to be.
I got separated from the group and lost them around Times Square, but I don't mind. That's just what happens in Times Square. It's where you go to loose people.
With my friend, we walked a good chunk of the West Village. We bought tea, and coffee, and I was surprised at Union Square by end-of-season plums. We walked another few dozen blocks before we parted ways, and I thoroughly liked seeing places where I made memories, and it really was being surprised which won the day.
I didn't know it was the Broadway Bomb today when I set out. I just wanted to drop off a CD at the library and head off to the West Village to see a friend - but because of a whole bunch of factors, like when I decided to head out, and where I was headed, I found myself riding along with them for about fifty blocks. I didn't know what was happening, or why, if this was a regular thing, if it'd been decided on two days ago as some sort of demonstration, if this was something new to New York I'd missed being in self-isolation, but I did know I wanted to ride with them. So they were there on their skateboards and longboards and scooters, and I was on my rented bike, and for a good fifty blocks or so, I was in it with them. A few times, I took my hands off the handlebars and rode without; mostly, I just liked being there. Between my renting the bike, not meaning to be there, and wearing a long purple dress, I didn't fit in, which meant it was the exact right place to be.
I got separated from the group and lost them around Times Square, but I don't mind. That's just what happens in Times Square. It's where you go to loose people.
With my friend, we walked a good chunk of the West Village. We bought tea, and coffee, and I was surprised at Union Square by end-of-season plums. We walked another few dozen blocks before we parted ways, and I thoroughly liked seeing places where I made memories, and it really was being surprised which won the day.
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It sounds like a great day.
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