Summer!

A few weeks ago, some classmates and I were playing softball on the first sunny Saturday of the year. One of the guys playing said, "Summer officially starts when I can go outside, play sports and drink beer. In a t-shirt."

Though I definitely had fun drinking beer and playing softball, that doesn't signify the start of summer for me. Yet I have a similar, very specific day which tells me that at last, winter is over. That event, my friends, is the first New York street fair.

If you've never been to a Manhattan street fair in the summer, you're totally missing out. You can buy any number of awesome things, ranging from 2 dollar jewelry to what is likely stolen hundreds-of-thread-count linens to bongo drums. And the food? Heaven. There's $1 Thai food, fried Oreos, crepes, gyros, and oh, so much more.

The street fair travels throughout the city, landing on a different avenue every weekend. And even though 99% of the stuff is the same, I never get tired of walking up and down seeing what's there.

I'm in New York for the weekend, pretending to to work while I actually meet up with friends, celebrate some birthdays and otherwise revel in this wonderful city. Yesterday morning, my friend/wifer Julie, whose apartment I am pretty much taking hostage of for the weekend, came home from running some errands.

"Arielle, I saw something that's going to make you happy."
"What?"
"A STREET FAIR!"
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!"

My day was made. I definitely visited the street fair on 3 separate occasions yesterday seeing as it was super close to Julie's apartment.

Summer tiiiiiiiiiiiime and the livin is AWESOME!

P.S. Julie says I should tell the world that I'm blogging from her couch. So, world: I am blogging from Julie's couch. Julie also says, "Write that I'm awesome." Julie is awesome. The end.