Insanity. On stilts.
The stilt men have hit the dance floor. With drinks.
The stilt men have hit the dance floor. With drinks.
Posted by Sloan | via mobile phone
Too much variety means food is battling inside my tummy. Ugh.
Ended up with a mild case of food poisoning the next morning. I blame it on the tuna or the scallop sashimi, but who knows.
One thing that kind of bummed me out about the event was how wasteful it felt. Everything was plastic (cups, plates, utensils) and every time you got a different “taste” from each restaurant, it was on a fresh set of plastic. In Central Park of all places. I wish I had remembered to get a shot of the trash cans. Would paper have been better? I don’t know, I’m sure they were thinking of that. Maybe it’s a wash when compared with the money they end up raising for the park. But it still felt kind of gross throwing so much away.
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| Posted by Sophie
The day before our spring season opened felt like the calm before a storm. I had lunch in Central park with some fellow dancers in between my doctors and Pilates appointments.