final day of halloweekend in nyc

halloween in new york:

friday is for the ambitious, saturday is for everyone who can drink, and sunday is for the kids.

i walked o.f. up from my apartment back to gramercy while we did a mock draft of new york city: which neighborhoods do each of us want? what type of pizza places? which parks are at the top of the draft board? (a draft as in a selection of players at certain positions, like in sports. not a military draft.)

after that, i strolled slowly through the upper east side, mostly on lexington avenue. ended up at the met. saw two friends, g.k. and m.k., and i met their friend, s.?.

the southern sun and the cloud-covered north battled it out over manhattan. the sunset was beautiful.

while the young children pranced around park avenue with their mega-wealthy parents, g.k. did a spot-on white dad voice. we laughed endlessly. on the train back downtown, a white guy with his family heard g.k. and must have known this to be an impression of his own kind. i would have found that hilarious if i was him.

i had no idea there would be a massive parade down sixth avenue on my way home. by the time i realized it, i was too far downtown to go across the avenue to the east side, so i ended up all the way down near canal street just to get across.

there were so many people. where the fuck did they come from?

must be tourists — and i say that without a derogatory tone.

a flustered late-twenties woman lives "*riiight* across the avenue, and they won't let me through," she told me. she had been shouting at an officer, adamantly pointing at her building across the way, trying to become the exception to the rule of a new york city event. it failed.

i told her, "you'll make it," and she said: "i know, i know. i'm tired. i slept for three hours on a train just to get back home, i want to be in bed."

very, very fair.