Not all my weekend events turn out as I would expect. And yesterday was one of those days. I had already signed up for a free ticket to the AAWW Food and Book Festival and was anticipating an entertaining afternoon. (AAWW -Asian American Writers Workshop).
I left home about noon to catch the early workshops I was interested in. As soon as I was out of the station and walking to the designated event, I turned on my phones GPS . What normally takes me a couple of minutes , ended in a maze. I even had to look into my emails from the organizer to check on directions.
It was an hour later when I texted my hubby to inform him that I couldn’t find the place and might just go back home. He gave me the exact address of the YMCA and I explicitly said, the ticket called for YWCA. Nevertheless, I took a subway train and went down 2 stations and walked to the YMCA. I was informed that it was several blocks up but it would be better to take the bus, which I did. The guy even said to tell the bus driver to drop me off at 3rd Avenue or something.
As soon as I got off, I looked around for some sign of the ‘Y’ or Roulette but couldn’t find any. I walked up 2 blocks but still no sign and realized that I was in the same spot just an hour or so ago. Hungry and frustrated, I went inside a ‘Subway’ fastfood shop and ordered a sandwich, drink and chips. The lady before me at the cashier took awhile to get her order paid, and she apologized to me. We then made small conversation and I asked her directions for the YWCA.
She informed me it was 2 blocks down, which was right across the pharmacy but I wouldn’t find a sign, but she was definite that was it. I thanked her, paid my veggie sandwich and ate quietly by the nook. I would have played with my phone while eating, but my battery was low, so I was content in looking out the window.
After my meal, I hurriedly walked down to where the lady had told me earlier. I was baffled because it was the same spot where the bus dropped me off. The venue was in the big building across the bus stop and without a sign, anyone could’ve missed it.
I was able to catch the last portion of one workshop held at the ballroom event, about the ‘speculative city’. Two authors were reading excerpts from their book and it was fun how they read their own stories in their voices. But I had wanted to really sit in on at least one whole workshop which was located at the basement gallery. However, as soon as I got down, I was informed that they were 30 minutes behind schedule.
So I thought to myself, this is not good. And I left.
Have you ever had that feeling that something seems wrong and that you had to take yourself away from that scene. That was how I felt. So to appease myself, I took the train to Union Square and scoured of what was left of Market day. Sometimes, farmers would give their produce at cost just so they wouldn’t bring it back with them.
And I did get some good deals. I got myself 2 bottles of organic wine, some cheese, yin yan beans and some sprouts.
And even if my afternoon didn’t quite go as expected, my evening turned out fantastic with a quiet ‘tapas only’ dinner, good conversation and drum jamming with my only domestic partner...... : )
it's fall season and the pumpkins are out....decorative or otherwise
potatoes and root crops galore
all kinds of kale....if the cebuanos planted some it might be called "Kale-bangon" joke lang..
I got myself a quarter pound pepper cheese...yumm.
the farmer said these are called black eyed peas???? but inside it was white..
this is what I bought-- yin yan peas...
