Today was yet another perfectly perfect day. I don't know what it was, but something was in the air this weekend. Another beautiful day was spent on the pier at 72nd St. for a good ol' labor day kayaking party. The air was filled with children's giggles and Beatles tunes. "Get your butt wet and eat" was the theme of the day. Sadly by the time my friends and I were through racing ( a double kayak against lonely little me, you can guess who won), there was nothing but crumbs left. We set aside our grumbling stomachs and dashed off to Brooklyn for the West Indian Carnival where Caribbean/Mardi Gras style costumes colored the streets rainbow. Screams of enjoyment filled the air as people danced and laughed along the streets. The most delicious aromas haunted us with every step. For a bunch of New Yorkers, we failed miserably and didn't have any cash. After a few hours of dancing and laughing, our stomachs finally got the best of us and we had to make our way back for dinner. Minus our growling bellies, it was all just quiet perfect.
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