This weekend I went into the city and celebrated Felicia still not being dead, and Elias too come to think of it. I knew it was going to a fabulous weekend when I saw the giant cube. Sitting and waiting for the evening to begin, I came to the realization that my way of participating in New York city is to blow bubbles (but I don't need to put out a hat for collecting change). Some guys across the street were playing really terrible jazz music, and the traffic was going by, while people waited to meet up with friends. My supply of personalized bubbles from Jeni's wedding came in handy, and I gave them out to people who were really excited about it. But what was amazing was the way that the wind blew the bubbles everywhere, out into the street, swirling around the statue, up into the sky. For some reason, skyscrapers make so much sense if there are bubbles floating up up up beside them. If I just blow bubbles in my own backyard, it makes only a few people happy, but in a city, the effects of living your life in a joyful way spread so much further. It made me rethink living in a hobbit house in the woods, because cities are where people connect.
And if you ever want someone to find you, leave them a trail of bubbles (but you have to keep blowing them faster than they pop).
This was such a real feeling of summer, and the East Village, and anticipation.
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