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Okay, so twenty-four hours ago I was in an Italian restaurant in Detroit, finishing dinner with a truck-driver friend who'd just gotten back to the metro area after spending two months on the road.  Then I went home, slept for three hours, got up at 3:30, boarded a taxi and a plane and another plane, and one mechanical problem, one white-out storm and two airsick bags later my most excellent spouse and I were stumbling into LaGuardia.  Since then we've walked ten miles through Brooklyn, met an internet pen pal in person, taken in a flea market/food vendor fare, attempted to get on a ferry, drunk a wonderful latte, had an excellent dinner at an arepas joint/rum bar, and taken in a rock show featuring our friends Brass Bed.

I'm not sure how I'm still standing, much less typing this, but tomorrow we're planning on a visit to the Intrepid Air and Space Museum, a Broadway play, a successful ferry trip, and having dinner with another rock-musician friend.

Also there were white truffle macarons filled with chestnut paste and flecked in edible gold.  This weekend has been pretty hard to believe.