St Patrick's Traffic Jam

I had the vague idea of avoiding the St Patrick's day parade, mainly because of it's rowdy and green-beer-vomit reputation. Other than a few bellowing (and one bird-calling) youths in outrageous hats, nothing much happened. It took me half-an-hour to cross the street intersection, but nothing much happened. I got hungry and thirsty and footsore, but nothing much happened.

Here you can see a part of the parade, with a sea of Irish butts, or supporters of Irish butts.
This appears to be the Rockefeller Center skating rink, although I could be mistaken.
You can try watching the ground for ice, watching your back for 3 types of traffic, watching for pickpockets, watching your left and right for 3 types of traffic and watching the area ahead of you for anything action-worthy, and you might be a little more forgiving of my not knowing what the heck I took a picture of.

After confirming that the Broadway Theatre I was looking for was where it was supposed to be, and a lot of mapping out potential places to eat at (am I Singaporean or what?), I finally decide to buy dinner back from Ess-A-bagel. They sandwich a lot of things in between bagels. I chose:
Hot Corned Beef on Whole Wheat, Smoked Fillet of Trout with cream cheese and lettuce, on Whole Wheat. Woof!

Here's a cross-section:
Well-fed, to avoid embarrassing stomach rumbling while watching Company.