Saturday, February 12, 2011
Sledding for Grown-ups
Contrary to popular belief and my own intermittent proclamations, I am a grown-up. I am married, I have lived in New York for over ten years, I pay all my bills on time, and I only rarely cry to mommy and daddy for help on one matter or another. So, when my friend Brittany asked me to go sledding with her in Central Park, I was a little hesitant to accept the invitation. I mean, do they even make sleds big enough for my ass? Though, when she mentioned that we would be bringing her one-year-old little cherub, Max, I responded with a resounding affirmative. I got it. We would go and watch the kids sled. Sweet.
So, after baking and ingesting obscene amounts of Brittany's brilliant mixed berry chocolate scones, we bundled ourselves and Max and headed over, sled in tow, to Central Park. Now since, as I said, I'm an adult, I am not privy to the Zagat-rated sledding hang-outs in the city. Apparently, there is a section on the west side of the park near 64th street that folks refer to as, simply, "The Hill" and word on the street is it's the sledding equivalent of Per Se. And our other sledding cohort, Tiffany, as I was quickly finding out, was a veritable sledding pro, so we trekked to The Hill to join in the winter festivities.
So, I guess grown-ups can go sledding. Fine. And have fun. And not die or break a leg. But, I would definitely recommend going when the snow is a bit fresher and The Hill is a little less like Mount Vinson. But, I would recommend going. At any age. Just wear jeans that you don't like too much.