Actual weekends!

So, this was my first actual weekend in about six months! I was able to have brunch food at actual brunch time again! I was able to walk the Hell's Kitchen flea market-- at which a vendor tried to charge me $140 for a mirror! I went to the Natural History museum and the Ninth Avenue International Food Festival! And I had some lovely company throughout the weekend as well, and lots of laughs, which make the best weekends. Not to mention the So You Think You Can Dance marathon on MTV today and yesterday...
I am a bit obsessed with So You Think You Can Dance-- I could care less about the bad auditions. I'm not interested in watching others be humiliated. But once the real dances start...it's magical, especially the lyrical numbers. I'm thinking specifically of Allison and Ivan to Annie Lennox's Why, and Lacey and Kameron to Elisa's Dancing. The premiere of the new season is this week!! I'm so excited for a television show that actually provides some interest, since I've been relatively unimpressed by American Idol this year...
Another weekend highlight was the outdoor viewing of Crossing Delancey on the Lower East Side. It's one of my favorite movies. For a while I was convinced that I was Izzy (Amy Irving) reincarnated, and that therefore I was destined to marry a pickle man. She works in the book world, lives uptown, has a meddling Jewish family, has curly red hair...we are practically twins! And although Anton Maes turns out to be the obligatory uptown entitled asshole, I still long for someone to inscribe a book to me "It's women like you who make the world liquid and even, still in beauty born."I love Amy Irving. I'm reminded about how in Yentl she "always burns the baked apples." And I love that Apartment Therapy/The Kitchn profiles the movie and mentions the same change that I always lament-- the loss of independent spirits (bookstores, pickle sellers) and the Lower East Side character. Where Bubbe once shopped for groceries is probably now a velvet-roped lounge; the store where Sam bought Izzy's famous hat is probably now a bar where skinny-jeaned pretentious hipsters pretend to play music that "matters." It's funny-- it's like that sophisticated shallow fake artist world of Anton Maes that is the "enemy" in this movie still exists; it just has moved about 80 blocks south.