June 4, 2011

I had agreed to switch shifts with a co-worker of mine and had to work 8-4:30 on this Saturday. Blech, to say the least. I arrived in the Upper East Side at around a quarter to eight. I looked up and down third avenue to see these large balloon string things arching high above the street. It was eerie as the streets were also pretty empty. Turns out there was a street fair. I’ve never been in a place that has as many street fairs as New York does. There was also a poetry festival happening in the Lower East Side which I planned on visiting after work, but I was just too tired. I had only slept about three hours the night before. So I headed home for a quick nap which turned into a night of napping on and off and watching a set of DVDs my roommate gave me. I suppose it was some much needed rest.