I always thought Japanese Day was something I made up, but apparently they have one every year in Central Park …and it was a beautiful day to hang outside. Music, tents for origami, calligraphy, well-being and dudes in cosplay. They had free food (dumplings, beef and rice, miso soup), but the lines were ridiculously long. Made me so hungry just looking at the line. So Sam and I went to Curry Ya. I’ve been thinking of Japanese curry a lot this past week. Kinda pricey, but it hit the spot.