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Last evening I went to Chinatown after work. My efforts to again find the fabulous scarves with flames on them was delayed because of an "incident" on the 6 at Canal Street. (No worries, I didn't read anything about any deaths or whatnot in the paper this morning.) But my shopping was cut short of precious time as my train sat between stations. It always comforting to know you can't get out of the train if the need should arise.

After I switched over the the W and made it to Chinatown, I ran a couple blocks off Canal and Broadway, but no scarves with flames made themselves known to me. So I moved on the the Fay Da Bakery for a slice of Japanese cheesecake and some Bubble Tea. Or Boba. Or whatever you want to call it. It's the funky-colored drink with the funky giant black tapioca pearls in it. Bobafind.com is a friendly website with good descriptions of what comprises this drink. I suppose I'll never have this drink again after I'm back to Nashville. Although, there's something about chewing up those squishy tapiocas that leaves me a bit light-headed. I actually love tapioca pudding. Maybe the Bubble Tea is just a new concept for my brain, taste and texture buds to understand.

Then I ran around Union Square. Literally. Then back to the UWS where I picked up some dinner and went home. Three-and-a-half days and counting.