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Myer Lemon and I attempted to see the New York Philharmonic in Central Park. Unfortunately due to the torrential, rainforest-like downpour the show was canceled. So what did we do with the wine and cheese that we brought? We still drank and ate it. In our attempt to find a discrete and dry place to partake in our slightly illegal feast, we settled at a certain rock formation. We were quickly joined by another pair of heart-broken music lovers, and eventually had to introduce ourselves.

Our new friends had a much larger bottle of wine, which they happily shared with us. As usual, alcohol introduced opportunity for discussing a wide spectrum of topics with people we never met before. Three hours later we left the park swollen with knowledge of top-notch seduction techniques. One of the recommended practices involved Myer Lemon dancing to Britney Spears in a bikini. I secretly hope that such demonstration of profuse indignation could be performed in our office the day that Myer Lemon and I retire.