Spotted a few guidos getting their T portion of GTL.
This was the moment I realized that ballet has the potential to ruin my toes. Look how SWOLLEN my poor toes were after an hour and change of dancing.
This is the first time I stripped down to a bikini in a location near Times Square.
What an escape from the black tar heat. We sat in the middle of the green, underneath the bright rays, and it was still a million times cooler than being on the sidewalk only a small distance away.
All you really need is a book/friend, jamba juice, and sunscreen.
There's a booze bar, sort of pricey, at the edge of the grass.