Given my current state of not-so-well being, the four-day weekend couldn't have come at a more perfect time. I continued my course of treatment: drinking enough water and tea to slake the thirst of a small country, devouring the remaining quart of my homemade Jewish Penicillin and downing packets of fizzing vitamin supplements.
In between trips to the bathroom, I actually managed to get some work done and schedule some more auditions into my date book. My voice is a bit better today. I've been resting it. Thankfully it was very quiet in the office today due to the mass exodus of those heading home for the holidays.
I'm rarely in town the night before Thanksgiving, so this year I made a date with my boyfriend to go to the Macy's Balloon Inflation on the UWS around the Museum of Natural History. Neither of us had ever been - and I thought that it was one of those "New Yorky" things that you have to do at least once in your life.
Thousands of tourists and New Yorkers alike flood the streets with children in tow for this bizarre holiday tradition where 30 or so larger than life versions of lovable icons like Kermit the Frog and Buzz Lightyear are prostrated face down one after the other on either end of the Museum of Natural History. To keep the balloons from floating up up and away into the atmosphere, they're pathetically pinned down beneath industrial strength nets and strategically placed straps. It's a bit eerie, actually. They all looked like helpless captives under those nets. I can't wait 'til tomorrow when they're finally set free!
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
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