Midgets & Balloons

My brain is gone. Fried. Zip. Running around NYC in 90 degree weather will do that to you.
Saturday we went to Chinatown and ate Dim Sum, which is WAY fun and I can't believe I've never done it before. It's this huge echoing room, swarming with Chinese families. Women push carts of food around and you wave and point to get some. She doesn't usually speak English, so you don't know what you're getting, but it doesn't matter because it's all delicious.
Later we went to a concert in Central Park. It's sort of an odd set-up. You can sit on metal bleachers in back, or park yourself in the sun on the green-rug-covered cement ground in front of the stage. Which is probably perfect if you're going to see the Flaming Lips or something, but for chill concerts like this it's mildly uncomfortable. Still, I loved Ollabelle, the middle band. Bluegrassy, twangy, gospel with strong vocals.
That night we ate at Big Nick's. I exhausted my parents by making them walk there, but it was all worth it because those burgers are the king of all ground meat--huge, messy and delicious. Even my mom was talking about it for days.
The next day we saw a photography exhibit, which was nice if a bit skimpy. But luckily outside was a street fair that filled 6th Avenue from 34th street all the way up to 59th. I bought a giant yellow starlet-on-the-beach hat, which still did not prevent me from almost stroking out. I was not made for warm weather. My mom bought more jewelery and my dad, after all three of us were accosted by a band of Chinese masseuse-ninjas, got a ten-minute massage for Father's Day. We ate food on the street and then headed for Cirque Du Soleil. Some ups and downs, but overall pretty neat. Highlight: a midget in a harness hung from 5 giant ballons. The main character flung her into the audience and she bounced around. Whenever she started to come down, the audience would push her back up and she would float around the ceiling for a minute. Ah, surrealism.