..."Joey Ramone Place." I love the Ramones, but this was a little much. Rather than get into a rant, instead I kindly point you in the direction of Eric Gillin's most-excellent essay on this.
After eating some delicious giant pineapple, I dedided to do something I'd never done before: explore my neighborhood during a week-day. Here is a random photo of my block.
Later that night, we went for coffee and treats at Ferrara's bakery. What's cuter than Tara in her little heart sweater holding a little I heart NY cake? Farewell, my sweet little faggot! You'd better come visit soon!
...and went up to the Observation Deck. Since deciding to move back to Texas, Tara had written up a "Things To Do Before I Leave New York" list and this was right up there at the top of it. Here's the view to the south.
For lunch on Wednesday, Grant and I decided to explore some of the finer cuisine of the "Feast of San Genaro" street festival. It's the largest, and longest running (the first one was in 1926) annual celebration in NYC. It takes up all of Mulberry street for like, 10 blocks.
All the circuits in the northeast blown....so much like the tiny mind of one Mr. Grant Stoddard who couldn't seem to wrap his little noggin around the situation.
And here's a shot looking north up Broadway. The traffic lights were all out so people were just walking in the street. The amount of noise coming from the street was incredible.
We decided we'd meet up with Stuart and Jeannette (who live in Hoboken and were coming through the Holland Tunnel) on Canal Street. Here's the entrance of the Manhattan Bridge (two blocks from my apartment) on the walk over.
This photo's called "Taking A Picture While Driving a Motorcycle." Make sure you spend some time appreciating it as it almost cost me my life to take it.