Ernesto had finally passed over and the weather was starting to look good today. We spent most of the day walking around Central Park. Our main goal was to see a free Jazz band play at the northern part of the park. Before that, we went to the Met. We checked out some of the prices and hours and decided to visit it during the week. From here we started walking north toward the Jazz performance. On the way we encountered lots of bikers, runners and rollerbladers going around the main trail. We walked around the main lake and stopped at a park where people were playing extreme frisbee. This is the first time I've seen it and it was like soccer, but with a frisbee.

We ended up at the jazz performance and it was setup in a small stage with about 10 rows of seats. We sat along a gate where we could only hear and not see the performance. About 15 minutes later, a comedian came up to the stage and she wasn't very good, so we left. On the way back, we walked through a wilderness type area, with a stream and some bridges that I've never seen before. We passed some people playing softball and sat down to rest. The people playing softball were actually funnier than the comedian.

After getting lost a bit trying to get to the east side, we finally got out of the part and headed to an Ethiopian restaurant for dinner. I tried calling Grant to invite him, but we couldn't get a hold of him. The restaurant is located on York Ave and about 84/83 ST. This was her first time eating Ethiopian and she enjoyed it alot. If you've never had Ethiopian food and just about everyone I've ever talked to hasn't, it's very very good. They serve it on a big, soft cushy flat bread, about the size of a large pizza pie. Then depending on what dishes you ordered, they will put the meat and vegetables in seperate clumps on the bread. Then they have a separate plate of the same flat bread in smaller individual sizes. You don't eat the food with utensils. Instead you use the smaller pieces of bread and pick up the food using it. When you are about all done eating the food with the smaller flatbread, then you start breaking off pieces of the larger bread and eat it and any food left over on it.

Grant called toward the end of dinner and it turned out he was riding his bike in central park and just got home. We met him at the apartment and took a walk and sat with him while he ate along a park at the east river, where we could see the triborough bridge and Astoria on the other side.