Summer Streets

I found out Summer Streets is bad ass. Car-free streets are a real treat and I'll be doing this again next Saturday. I went to give something to Liz (right,) hung out a little while, met Ross and then Sheryl and Amanda showed up.


This photo shows that our little gang is meant to be, because we represent a variety of slut-shirts: We've got see-thru, itty-bitty and choppy-trashy. All the slut-shirt bases are covered.


I got into it at 72nd Street, immediately felt the amazing warm blanket of a car-free street and really enjoyed myself down to 23rd street. I got off here to attempt to see some galleries in Chelsea.


I would never ride here but Summer Streets treated us with this opportunity.
I don't know what this is called - It's the upper-roadway around Grand Central. I actually avoid biking around Grand Central for the most part. 

I found some gorgeous wild flowers in Chelsea. I spent a little time there. There were big bumble bees and butterflies in there! I don't see that stuff much in NYC. I've never been so delighted to see a bumble bee!




I had a power-snack then found out the galleries I wanted to see were on summer hours. Bust!

Yep- I was trying to see the Jill Greenberg show - Glass Ceiling. Luckily, I am on summer hours at work myself and will catch it on Friday.

For the first time I felt the courage to go into Commes De Garcon.

I sprayed my tote bag with perfume! I felt like I was 12 again.

Then I went to get an Imperial Woodpecker Sno-Ball. I had half Peaches & Cream (my mom's favorite) and half coconut cream.


This was a good summer Saturday for sure, and I realized I'm getting much better at navigating the West Village. Maybe I'll get sick of bicycle exploring Manhattan and branch out to Brooklyn more.