On Saturday, one of the first temperate days of Spring, my sister, her husband and I started the day with a jogging/walking tour of Central Park.
After, we took the subway down to W. 4th and enjoyed a Mamoon's falafel on the benches of Washington Square Park (accompanied by sunshine and a live music performance)
From there, we bought onions at the Union Square Farmer's Market, picked up my race bib at the More Marathon (and Half!) Expo, and then to Chelsea Markets. As per my sister and my 3-year old tradition, the 3 of us shared 2 (belated) birthday cupcakes, and then bought more fresh produce at one of the markets.
We stopped by Chelsea Piers, and then worked our way up to 57th street, where we stopped in Kennedy's for a Guinness.
Saturday was the culmination of Scotland week, and apparantly the band of Scottish Bagpipe parade participants ended their celebration in an Irish pub... as if the kilts didn't make us already suspect, their intentions were confirmed with an impromptu bagpipe concert for all the lucky bar patrons that afternoon. My sister and her husband, both musicians and marching band members, found the experience to be incredibly "musically challenging" to endure... Personally, I was so stunned that people were actually playing bagpipes inside to tune in (ha-no pun intended) to the strident and out-of-tune smoshbod of loud instruments that can only occur after the multiple pitchers of subsidized beer provided to the Parade participants...
After, we took the subway down to W. 4th and enjoyed a Mamoon's falafel on the benches of Washington Square Park (accompanied by sunshine and a live music performance)
From there, we bought onions at the Union Square Farmer's Market, picked up my race bib at the More Marathon (and Half!) Expo, and then to Chelsea Markets. As per my sister and my 3-year old tradition, the 3 of us shared 2 (belated) birthday cupcakes, and then bought more fresh produce at one of the markets.
We stopped by Chelsea Piers, and then worked our way up to 57th street, where we stopped in Kennedy's for a Guinness.
Saturday was the culmination of Scotland week, and apparantly the band of Scottish Bagpipe parade participants ended their celebration in an Irish pub... as if the kilts didn't make us already suspect, their intentions were confirmed with an impromptu bagpipe concert for all the lucky bar patrons that afternoon. My sister and her husband, both musicians and marching band members, found the experience to be incredibly "musically challenging" to endure... Personally, I was so stunned that people were actually playing bagpipes inside to tune in (ha-no pun intended) to the strident and out-of-tune smoshbod of loud instruments that can only occur after the multiple pitchers of subsidized beer provided to the Parade participants...
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