This year the Macy’s fireworks were moved from their usual spot over the East River to the Westside to celebrate the 400th anniversary of the Hudson River. The fireworks at the southern tip of Manhattan at South Street Seaport were also canceled I think due to budget costs. But this was just to piss off Brooklyn, right? I had thought that maybe this year we’d try to go down to the river and catch the fireworks since Mia wanted to see them, but having them way over on the other side of Manhattan threw a wrench in our plans. After dinner in the East Village, however, we just decided to walk west and see how far we can go. Mind you, walking over from the Eastside to the other end of Manhattan was a good 9 long avenue city blocks from where we were, but it was such a lovely evening, the city was settling gracefully into dusk and it was exhilarating to break from normal routine and be out in the world with so many other people. The girls flirted with anyone we passed and were so excited to be up past bedtime, in the dark. Can I tell you how pathetic it is that we are hardly ever out at night? With the kids and work, mark and I are almost in every night so I’m not sure who enjoyed being out more that evening, me or them. As you can guess when the sun goes down, the city shifts into something wonderful and Mia marveled as all the lights started coming on. We didn’t have the best view of the fireworks where we were since we were too far south, but it was fun nonetheless and the kids were happy even though the time was creeping past 10pm.
Funny side story: on the train ride home back to Brooklyn around 10:30, I saw Claudine playing with her dress sitting in the stroller from across the train where I was sitting with Mia. I was amused to see that she had lifted her dress way above her head, but then I saw her pull it down, pull her dress out and look into her dress from the top. I heard a little voice say “it’s a bug!”. Apparently there was some sort of HUGE beetle on her stomach. Mark flicked it off, but yikes!