Saturday night I went up to Central Park to see The Gates one last time before spending the rest of the night catching up on Mental Disability Law. (That's a class I'm taking, wiseguy.)
I was supposed to meet the Karisa, Josh, and Keri (visiting from DC for the weekend) but couldn't find them when I got there because it turned out we were waiting for each other on opposite sides of this statue. At one point I could even hear them yelling "Brigham? Brigham?" but couldn't see anyone anywhere. Because they were on the other side of the statue. As I said before.
I passed my waiting time taking pictures of things around Columbus Circle
But we finally found each other and entered the park. They had big lights set up so that you could see The Gates, because, you know, some people might not have noticed the 7000 giant orange gates throughout the park without a little illumination.
We went over to Tavern on the Green, which was all lit up and stuff.
"Okay Keri, this is how I want to pose for the next photo. . . ."
You'd be scared of a King Kong topiary too.
The Gates wasn't the only orange-themed art in the park that night. Some troublemaker had placed oranges on every statue along the Mall
The Indian Hunter was the best decorated
Maybe someday I'll start writing words on Steady Mobbin' again, but for the next while, it's going to be nothing but pictures, because photographable things keep happening.