Frozen Yogurt

Smoothies belong to the life of someone else.

I heard the music before I saw it, this thrashing like a flame coming out of Tompkins Square Park to me, ever the eager moth. 

I was meeting up with Andrew and K on Avenue A and, ever the early bird, I was eager for a cold treat. I hoped for a frozen yogurt, but a smoothie would have to do. I am not typically a smoothie person–I do not live in L.A., afte…