It was one of those spring mornings when you awake with seagulls singing in from the harbor and you have the infantile belief that you can lift the lid of this world and crawl all the way through to where it is nearly Summer In Siam. In short: it was the 5th Avenue Street Fair Sunday. I awoke early to see the midget Macy’s inflation of balloons ceremony.
The Rabbi just finished law school, so he and the pregnant partial bed rest wife were out and about. It was somewhat like sighting Big Foot to have their overshedualed selves and our overschedualed selves all on the same street, taking in the sights and smells and sounds of suddenly almost summer fair.
Food and drink were the order of the day: Blue Ribbon makes great sushi for this thing, tradtitional Lucy’s Italian saussage and peppers, duck empinadas from Besso, Mozzarepas, and you wash it all down with a Weissebeer at The Gate. Delicious.
Kate stopped by later for wine and cheese and watcing Life Aquatic, but my momento of the funny sunny day will be The Pougues disc I found for 2 bucks at a stoop sale….I’ve been hunting Pougues since seeing the docmentary about Shane MacGowan, If I Should Fall From Grace. Facinating. Also, Summer in Siam is the sort of denoument song in Basquiat… where he’s sort of flying in the jeep with Benicio of the Bulls.
Rind of cheese from the moon in the next entry….
