Sunday was such a beautiful day in NYC. It was one of those days that makes me really step back and love living here. Well except for the Puerto Rican parade on the east side AND in my neighborhood.
I found my way to lincoln center for a daytime NY Ballet performance. Besides for the yuppy crowd, the show was awesome. I wish I was a ballerina. And on that note, what is the name of a male ballerina anyways? Had me stumped the whole show. The seats were great, about 10 rows back from the stage. You could see the sweat beads dripping off the dancers' foreheads...very hot I must add (the men I mean).
After that it was off to ethnic food night. We were pretty broke from last week so decided to play cheap. This we found hard to find on the upper west side. But we did, a small spot called "Pita Grill" on west 77th. Very yummy I must add.
Ended the night watching Bridget Jones' Diary for the millionth time...gosh I love that movie! Dreamt of my brother, woke up wishing I could tell him about it. But that is for a different blog.