shame is so in this season

bizarro italy

as i was walking home from an exciting night of cheesetastic nachos, hiptastic revelers, vibetastic sextoys, and the best. gelato. ever. (and not necessarily in that order), i stumble upon my hood-gone-disney. mulberry between broome and spring had become this bizarro italy. mulberry street late at night is normally lit by a couple streetlamps here and there and the occasional restaurant glow, but this two block stretch was abnormally (and excessively) bright from many lighted arches and floodlights placed every ten or so feet, separated by carny game trucks and funnel cake stands (and naturally, there was a guy selling knockoff sunglasses at the corner). it felt like a high wattage low budget times square. granted, this is a mere apertif of what will be the san gennaro festival in september, but it's still a little weird to walk through "it's a small world" on my way home.

what struck me as the most odd, however, is walking by the closed sausage and peppers truck and then immediately passing a lone albino pony that was tied up to a street meter. i'm pretty sure i did a doubletake/backstep/jawdrop/look around to see if anyone else noticed it just chilling there. and of course, i had neither my camera nor my phone (nor my camera phone) to capture the evidence. it might as well have been a unicorn standing there smoking a cigar and talking to a tap dancing street meter. i was floored, but only for a second because, after all, this is new york.

posted by erica @ 11:54 PM