The struggle of the street fair
Probably, one of the best things about living in the heart of Manhattan is that there’s always something going on and you usually end up just stumbling across it.
Case-in-point: The other day, the kids were both away and the Firecracker and I found ourselves alone, looking for something to do.
Her: We can go downtown to get some chicken parm sandwiches, maybe?
Me: Sure, but I just saw that there’s a street fair not too far from us.
Her: Perfect, I didn’t really need the chix parm, I just wanted to be outside.
So, off we went.
The main thing you do at a NYC street fair is struggle over what – of all the amazing looking food – are you gonna ultimately eat?
Her: How about bratwurst? You love German food.
Me: I do! But I don’t wanna end up stuffing myself with something and end up wishing I ate something else instead.
That’s pretty much how I deal with all street fairs: I process every decision through FOMO, or, Fear Of Missing Out.
Honestly, though, it’s probably for the best as the stuff I’m always interested in is all the stuff I shouldn’t be eating.
These two fellas were super nice and very persuasive, but we managed to walk away without having a carb bomb.
There are other things there, like cool knickknacks, like these photo coasters, which I’ve told you about before.
Me: The plastic fell off on the back of some of them. Can I put them back on?
Seller: Wait, plastic? I don’t think you got them from me, then. I’ve not used plastic feet in over a decade.
Me: (laughing) That’s when I bought them from you!
In the end, despite all the amazing looking food everywhere, we were good and didn’t buy anything bad.
It was just a nice day to take a walk with one’s fave person that one’s not blood related to.
Location: my desk, wishing my back would stop being a jerk
Mood: ache-y
Music: the stupid things I do for you or just for a taste (Spotify)
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