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Jan. 18th, 2014 11:31 pmOkay, 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.
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.