Last week Alex and I (we had a lot of "outings") decided to go to Central Park. She convinced me to take the bus (which I have NEVER done before in NYC)- as it was a nice view. And... it was. We made friends with a little old, angry, italian interior designer too. I believe his quote was "they are...... PLASTEEK. Young peeeple arrre PLASTeek" He wasn't referring to us (hopefully) but a young contractor that was pissing him off because of his "less-than-italian" work ethic. Or something equally confusing.
Look at this black cherry TART
It's labor day! I want to go to Central Park again!
Cha cha cha!