As I was enjoying my Sunday afternoon in the park, a lovely vendor came over to offer just about the perfect thing on a hot summer day: jello shots. And I’m not talking about the electric blue concoction served between two sorority sister boobs. I had a lemon basil vodka jello shot with fresh mint. She also had absinthe flavor and a 192 proof cherry bomb. Unlike New Orleans where drinking outdoors is legal and absolutely the best part about the fun times had by all, doing so in NYC is still illegal. Rumor does have it that public drinking will be allowed in the confines of Bryant Park during the outdoor movie screenings. But back to the Jello Shot Girl. Her brilliance didn’t just lie in her opportune appearance – that time in a lazy day when you are deciding between coffee (too far), beer (requires leaving the outdoors) or staying put (boring). Her choices were perfect for our bourgie sensibilities (even if no one actually likes absinthe, it’s still so damn cool) and her discretion was key. She wasn’t loud like the empanada guy or dressed in neon like the other jello shot girls. She was friendly, quick with her schpiel and perfectly affordable. Here’s to eating my booze! L’chaim!