I must admit I haven't been drinking much wine lately. Not unless you count the glass of the house wine (a very smooth Chianti) I had at a restaurant called Benito in Little Italy at the San Gennaro fest. It's a great celebration that takes place every year around this time in New York City. It's a tribute to the patron saint of Naples, but for the most part it's a food filled feeding frenzy on Mulberry Street.
I went to the fest with my friend Steve, and to celebrate in the spirit of the Saint, we ate a bit and played a few games. Well, Steve played at one of those booths where you shoot a water gun at a target and one Grover doll races the other dolls up to the top of the booth. After just two tries, he managed to win a huge stuffed Nemo.
I got one of those Henna tattoos. It looked like fun, so I got one of the Chinese symbol for luck. I felt I could use some. The symbol looks kind of like a capital letter "H" turned on it's side with a square underneath it. A friend of mine pointed out that if looked at sideways it spells the word "HO." I thought that was brilliant, and it made me glad the mark wasn't permanent. There was a a great lady named Trudy who did my tattoo. I had her paint me on my left forearm on the under side of the arm about 3 inches south of the crook of my elbow.
What I didn't realize was this weird goop they put on me needed to dry. She said it wouldn't take long, but I still had to navigate a very crowded street without messing up the tattoo or getting it all over the white dress shirt I was wearing. Luckily I managed to spare the tattoo and the shirt. Unfortunately I had basically lost the use of my left arm because I had to keep it straight the whole time. When got to the restaurant, this along with my somewhat klutzy nature led me to spill about half the glass of Chianti on the table, the floor and on my white dress shirt... Some luck.
I knew about the fest for years, but I'd never gone. New York is funny that way. You can spend 10 years here and still not get to these cool little things that happen here every year.
If you're in NY, or even in your own town somewhere in America, please seek out and find these little events. There are great festivals all over the country. There is wine, music, food and people to meet. If you get a fake tattoo, wait 'til it dries before walking through crowded streets to dinner. If you're going to eat a lot and drink red wine, don't wear white.
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