Tuesday, April 26, 2011

If I had an Orchard

Was it only yesterday that I said I wanted to end a day tired out by the sun? You know, that deliciously summery feeling you get on the 4th of July, or your first full day of lifeguarding, or maybe just the first day that really felt like spring that you spent at the botanical gardens with a million other people, after which you walked to Wendy's for a frosty, and came home sunburned and delighted.

In other news, I'm started to distrust weather.com. I take weather very seriously (obviously), and they keep predicting rain despite stubbornly cloudless skies. I'm beginning to suspect weather.com wants me to be miserable.

We ended today at Hill Country Chicken, which Tyson discovered, and, maven that he is, immediately shared with the rest of us. Fried chicken, biscuits, pie, and Boylan's fountain soda. It was a perfect Manhattan dinner scenario: plenty of outdoor seats, perfect weather, free refills, and babies that behaved. We did, momentarily, forget that we were not in Park Slope, and the three babies at our table (Shiloh and Andy brought a spare) attracted a little attention. I thought I heard some guy comment to his companion that "those stockbrokers are tiny".

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