Today one of the other interns (Julie) and I had a little adventure. Her boyfriend had heard on public radio about this 26-hour live music marathon down in the financial district. It sounded like some folky-hippiefun-world music-type thing, so we figured it would be a good way to get out and do something. So we went there, and it was not folky. or fun. It was one of those self-important new-age type things. Highlights included a four-piece band that played the same note continuously for about 15 minutes (after which there was uproarious applause) and one of those dramatic black-turtleneck-and-beret percussion peices with a man screaming the Our Father over it in Russian. It reminded me of that scene in She's All That where freddie Prinze Jr. does the hacky-sack thing. Twenty-six hours, this went on. Apparently they did it for twelve last year and decided that wasn't long enough. On the plus side, there was gelato.
And of course, when we finally left after four hours of this craziness, it was raining. Hard. And my umbrella broke. But now I'm here and it's all OK.
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