Cynically Optimistic

Last Saturday I should have been reading papers and studying. Hell, I should be doing that right now. Perfect summer weather has put a bit of a damper on the studying, and I was lured into Central Park with promises of some sort of rollerskating and music. With limited details, I meandered across town, meeting up with previously mentioned compatriots. We perched ourselves on a shady hill overlooking the makeshift roller-rink in the middle of a street in Central Park. A DJ booth was set up with wireless speakers and the joint was bumpin'.

There were some extremely colorful characters skating about. Several people in spandex who clearly shouldn't have been. One guy skated around doing balancing tricks with a bottle of water on his head, hence his nickname: "Bottle Head".

This guy rolled in on his gold-plated souped-up bicycle, took a lap, parked his bike, strapped on some skates, and boogied down. Not that I noticed much of that, after all the wine and wrestling and frisbee. It was one of the best days I've spent in New York so far.