Every year this festival creeps up on me and reminds me how long I’ve been in New York. It was the first thing I saw when I stepped foot onto the island. And here it is again, when I went to send off our buddy Kevin to San Francisco last night.
I saw the corner spot where I shared a stuffed eggplant with my first NYC crush. I revisited it and it was just as inedible, bland and unmanageable as I remembered. I’ve learned a lot of things about girls since that very first stuffed eggplant.
I took a photo of some stupid game. Then three guys came up to me and told me I didn’t ask for their permission and tried to make me play the game. It went on for a few minutes and I know I should’ve just walked away at the start, but I kind of wanted to see how it would play out. In the end, I pet the short guy and told him to have a good night. I had to go get a beer.
San Gennaro Festival – September 16-26, 2010 Soho/Little Italy NYC