too tired to write anything substantial
or to post all the photos i'd like to put up. i got to the parade at noon, right across the street from the public library on 5th avenue. it was a nice day, which turned out to be a little bit too sunny: my arms are so dark they're beef jerky color and my face puckers and tighten every time i emote. even after 4 hours, there was still about an hour more of the procession. everything was starting to become a blur, i was hot, i was tired, i was hungry, and i just wanted to go home: i was all paraded out. so i headed towards grand central station to take the 6 train down to chinatown (canal street). i got a bottle of gatorade, bought 3 lbs of lychees ($9), and purchased a ticket for the 5pm fungwah bus. i sat next to a pleasant-enough indian man traveling with his family. he's probably a really nice guy but he had pretty strong body odor and didn't quite understand the concept of personal space, brushing his elbow against mine, his knee pressed next to my knee. it didn't make any difference though, i fell asleep before we even left new york city. the only thing jarring me awake was the constant sudden breaking by our leadfoot bus driver, an eastern european who kept quiet during the entire trip. several times girls were screaming from the back from being thrown out of their seats. every time he braked i expected to feel impact, but we all made it to boston safe and sound, by around 9:20, a quick trip compared to the 6 hours it took me to get down to NYC friday afternoon/night.