Today was a good day. I met up with a friend of mine and Sass in Sheep's Meadow* in Central Park (*Sheep's Meadow is not to be confused with The Great Lawn, which isn't actually that much bigger than the Sheep Meadow, which is maybe where the confusion stemmed from, which is to say that I did indeed confuse the two, which resulted in Sass getting a little touchy with me on the phone when she realized that I had led her astray "20 blocks!" by having told her that I was hanging with Eric on the Great Lawn when really Eric and I were luxuriating on the smaller, much more pedestrian and much less Great, Sheep's Meadow, which is, IMHO, equally as Great and perhaps much less pedestrian as it doesn't have softball fields on it, with children eating sand in the softball fields.) So after Eric and I graciously decided we would walk to the bigger lawn (more like 10 blocks, incidentally), we found Sass on the boogie blanket next to a softball field and sat down for what was to be an epic hour of shooting the shit. We talked about crazy aunts and Anthony Bordain, watched some babies eat cigarette butts, saw some judo nerds doing showy judo jumps, and had our hearts broken as we witnessed some kid get his little toy plane caught in a tree. Forever. Despite what his Dad was telling him.
But more than anything, we basked - In the city, in our unemployment and in our utter lack of responsibility.
Well, Eric actually has a job. He was also the only one of us to get a sunburn.
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