Love those days when you wake up in the morning with no plans, but in a moment of spontaneity, end up having one of those great NYC days. I’ve never taken the girls to the Chinese New Year Parade and have never gone myself, though I did live in Chinatown when I was 18 and remember watching the crowds pass by from my apartment. It was raining that particular year and the memory that is most vivid is seeing the tops of all those colorful umbrellas from my 2nd story window.
Usually the thought of going to any parade is quickly chased away by visions of shivering in the cold and tethering the kids to my body for fear of losing them among the overbearing throngs of people lined up 6 deep on the sidewalk, but it was 55 degrees today. Apparently with the winter we’ve been having, 55 feels like summer.
So, about that confetti…who knew little bits of paper could be so much fun?
Happy Year of the Horse.