Fragments of the weekend creep and swirl in and out of view. The stroll into Central Park along 85th Street slides into view first. Having filled up on the most delicious and delicate of hummus plates (hummus, olive oil, boiled egg slices, tangy green sauces, fava beans, hot sauce chutney and fresh pitas) on 75th and Amsterdam, I meandered down to the park. The masses of upwardly mobile New Yorkers began to collect in streams and then rivers as we funneled ourselves into the park. The plan was to meet up with a group of folks between 7 and 7:30 on the North End of the park where the free concert series was being held on the Great Lawn. Low and behold:
smash, bam, bop! Thousands of New Yorkers were also planning similar rendezvouses. They were everywhere and open containers were everywhere. The islands of groupings dammed up the flow of folks, and we slowed to a trickle wondering across the lawn and baseball diamonds, weaving amongst the blanketed tribes. In vein, I searched for me party. With each person was an individual electronic device, and everyone was trying to communicate with everyone. The result of mass simultaneous cellular searching was that no one would put texts or calls through without deadening delays.
Fast-forward 60 minutes, hope held, and party eventually found. Concert was aight. Venue was fun though for the 90 minutes of the concert we enjoyed until the skies opened up and rained down upon us. Shuffle the lens and imagine said thousands of upwardly mobile New Yorkers scurrying through the paths, across natural rock formations, clogging arteries to train stations.
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