Living along Central Park is super special. I live in a tiny apartment that we just happened to be lucky enough to find, but it seems that most of my neighbors call an entire brownstone their home... and it's pretty clear they've got a second home somewhere that's used solely for summer getaway purposes. On Friday afternoons, the entire 'hood clears out, as families pack up their cars and clear out for the weekend. It's eerily quiet for a few hours every Saturday and Sunday morning, but by about 10 AM tons of tourists descend to make up for the difference.
However, if you're lucky enough to live near the Park, and can take an early morning walk through the park around 8 or 8:30, it's practically deserted. It's such a cool contrast to the scene later on where you can barely find a place to put your foot down without stepping on someone's blanket as you make your way through Sheep's Meadow.
Me, Dan and Beej have made a little habit out of it, usually grabbing a coffee as we begin our stroll and my weekend has started to feel incomplete without it!
What's that one ritual that gets your weekend started?