I Think This Makes Me An Official New Yorker

I'm not one of those adventurous New Yorkers that are constantly going to museums, shows and concerts. I'm more like one of those naive New Yorkers that is so overwhelmed by the museums, shows and concerts going on, that I never end up going to anything.

There are a few exceptions to this statement:

Exception A: I find out about an event 8 months in advance, and then wait impatiently for 8 months for that event to happen.

Exception B: One of my "adventurous New Yorker-type" friends invites me along to one of those "adventurous New Yorker" events.

Yesterday was an example of "Exception B."

Ever since I watched the philharmonic symphony in August Rush, I have been dying to go to a philharmonic concert in the park. Like it was one of the select few things on my Bucket-List. And though similar events are constantly happening in this town, I obviously don't find out about them until 3 weeks later.

But just my luck, yesterday, an "adventurous New York-type" friend of mine informed me that there was a New York Philharmonic concert that had already begun in Prospect Park. And knowing that I would already be an hour late, I frantically jumped in a cab and literally ran from the cab through the park to get there.

And it was ah-mazing.

Like imagine being in a park with thousands of other people, fireflies lighting up everywhere (and occasionally attacking your face,) and dead-silence besides for the 50-piece orchestra playing the most relaxing lullaby you could have taken a nap in the dirt you were sitting in. Well...
I was there. I was one of those silent audience members getting attacked by the fireflies and in awe of the musicians on stage playing musical instruments I never knew existed. (Google what a contrabassoon is. Those things are great.)

Listen when I tell you that this is something you need to see. It's one of the greater events that New York City has to offer. And though I don't have much to compare it to, you're going to need to just trust me on this one.