This last weekend I was supposed to work. And I did work. Not only did we have a very important filing on Monday, I had also been given a new assignment on Friday evening that I had to start. I had holed myself away on Saturday to furiously write a brief and research case law and only escaped on Sunday morning to go to church.
After mass, I decided to take the long way home, which just so happened to take me through Washington Square Park.
I suddenly felt like Robert Redford's character in the classic film "Barefoot in the Park" (yes, I know it was based on a Neil Simon play, but I never saw the play, so my reference is to the movie). Redford plays this stuffy, boring, tightly-wound young lawyer (Paul) who works way too much. I may not be as stuffy or tightly-wound as the character Paul, but last weekend I definitely fit the cliche of a young, overworked attorney in New York City.
Throughout the movie, Paul's crazy, free-spirited wife Corie, played by Jane Fonda, tries to get him to take a break and just enjoy himself. And, at the end of the movie, Paul does finally loosen up, which culminates with him running barefoot in Washington Square Park.
Me, I don't run barefoot in the city (maybe it was cleaner in the 1960's, when the film takes place?). But, on Sunday afternoon, I did channel some of that free-spirited Corie and did my own (tiny) act of rebellion. Throwing caution to the wind, I put down my blackberry. It was a gorgeous day with perfect temperatures. I sat in the park and watched some street performers, listened to a jazz band and just soaked up the sun.