Tuesday in New York was disgusting. The heat poured off the sidewalks. It got under my clothes and created this prominent sheen of sweat all over my face. It was a good day to sit in air conditioning and thank God for creating it.
Then my friend Joe reminded a group of us that we had agreed to go hear a symphony orchestra perform outdoors in Central Park. Immediately, people who had agreed to go suddenly had "plans". Joe came into my cubicle and sulked. "But it's the last one!" he said. "we were going to have a picnic."
So somehow he convinced Kaitlin, Rakesh, Derek and I to follow through. We got to the Great Lawn around 7:30 and feasted, then listened to the distant sounds of the orchestra playing and the more immediate sounds of people our age getting wasted and babies crying. It was nice to sit and enjoy each other's company, listen to music and then see fireworks. The wind even picked up and the night cooled down; it was a nice time to be in New York.
...until we left and got caught in a torrential downpour.
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