no party – instead great day(s) with a small crew. perfect.
couldn’t have made up that a pre-birthday-surprise that included a fantastic lunch and tickets to an island summer music festival would turn into waddling barefoot through lakes(!) of mud. craziness! spirits were up far beyond we were soaked more than through and through (char and i rinsed off -some of the- mud under a fire hydrant… and that did not make us more soaked then we already were), and luckily we called it quits right before the rest of the concerts was cancelled and the ferries stopped running due to weather conditions.
in one word: memorable.
in six words: this was not to be missed.
in eight words: pizza on the couch never tasted so good.
when we woke up ten hours later, new york played nice&innocent and showed off her sunny side like no tropical storm ever happened. and so, my new year started on a prime river spot with our small crew, nice temperatures and fantastic views, sangria and appetizers and good & funny conversations.
and oh yeah: lots of nice messages, that made my day. thank you all for the birthday love!
 as written by this new york times reporter: “I’ve seen festivalgoers party through steady drizzles and long showers, from the first Woodstock Festival through the 1992 Reading Festival in England and more than one drenched Bonnaroo. But Friday’s daylong, relentless rain, continuing from the night before, left me thinking more about drainage and soil runoff than about much of the music”