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Backyard Holiday

June 12th, 2002 · No Comments · Uncategorized

Usually when >Conny and I head out for an evening, we carefully plan things. The selection of where to eat, securing directions, nothing is left to chance. Usually I have a small card in my pocket with addresses and phone numbers of anywhere we were thinking about going. Between my excellent ability to end up in the wrong spot, and my not so excellent memory, we’ve learned to prepare. And it works fairly well. We’re usually on time and relaxed when we get to where we want to be. After all, we don’t want to waste our night out.

But last Friday, we did exactly the opposite, quite deliberately. We had a rough idea of where we wanted to go, but nothing in particular. Instead we just walked south, eventually arriving in Chelsea. At that time we were hungry, and we knew the neighborhood enough to know where a good dives was, with generous portions of cheap comfort food and a view to the early summer evening street. No reservation required.

Afterwards, with the weather being so mild, we just kept going. We strolled through lively Greenwich Village, passing by a bar I knew because it was too packed. But we didn’t mind, because the streets were pleasant and full of life, and it felt good to move. We agreed to stop in any place that appealed, but there was no urgency. It was just a good night to be out.

As the night progressed, so did we, into the East Village. A quick drink in one bar that looked promising, but wasn’t quite right. A little more night air, and we came upon a place that looked inviting, and was. And shortly after we got our drink, a band began to play. Still being little early, we scored some prime seats at the bar, which allowed us to both talk and enjoy the good music. It was our lucky night.

Afterward, Conny View definition in a new window made the observation that it felt more like a holiday than a night out. Because we were devoid of an agenda, the city felt new and fresh, like we were visiting. On vacation, after all, if you visit a place, you just go to see it. And that’s what we were able to do. It was like taking a vacation in our backyard, and it was delightful.

Note to self: it’s good to not have a purpose once in a while.

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