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My perfect New York day is a gorgeous spring day. A food festival right outside my door would be a great way to start. Some awesome ladies to enjoy the festival with? Bonus! I slathered myself in sunblock, still I worried about burning while I was out in the sun. I returned to find just a little triangle I missed on my forehead. Not bad and easily covered with my hair.
It’s far too gorgeous to be inside, so I take my shorts and sandals outfit outside for a walk along High Line Park. I grabbed my pedometer watch to count my steps. I’m determined to hit 10,000.
Then a stop at my happy place, Chelsea Market, where I find a cute dress, coffee and tiramisu. Everything about Chelsea Market puts a spring in my step.
I put the idea of riding the subway out of my mind and head west toward Hudson River Park. Yes, that is the better choice. I find an empty picnic table and dig into my tiramisu. Tiramisu was a very good choice indeed. I leisurely walk the length of the park back toward Midtown. The tiramisu was tasty, but I should be eating dinner. I think about the options waiting for me back at the food festival.
I return to Hell’s Kitchen to see the festival getting packed up. Darn the bad luck! I’m too late, but I remember the ravioli in my fridge and feel happy about eating that instead. I get home to find The Actor eating his dinner. He tells me he’s eating quick before going out for the night, so I grab a quick shower. It feels good to have gotten sweaty enough to merit a second shower. My feet get some extra attention for all their hard work. Then I turn on the Food Network. I dare you to visit Chelsea Market and not crave some Food Network afterword.