What a whirl of a weekend!
That's one for my baby - and one more for the road.
From the 10-mile-plus trek to Sunset Park and back for dos tacos tripa y dos tacos lengua to high dive whiskey pours to a massive bridge crossing for Sardinian salad and garlic bruschetta I still feel in the back of my throat to a 1 a.m. dance party with DJ's text-messaged compliments to Canal Street strolls in the two o'clock hour... and that was only Friday...
Yes, dear extremely assertive Sardinian garlic, you are with me still.
Yesterday was the Great Pancake Debate (fillibustered, in the end, by a limited LIRR train schedule and the pressing need to arrive in East Hampton "for party") to hiding behind platform dividers from former one-night flings to Long Island baby time, excessive adventures in espresso input, deer provocation, amazing avuncular bourbon negronis (vives les boulevardiers), star gazing, securing Hamptons International Film Festival on my resume as a bold-faced pro-bono client, hobnobbin' in large Russian hats, rehashing hobnobbing sans large Russian hats, post-midnight bedtimes and pre-dawn risings.
Just one more reason to marry up...
Today was an achingly early commute (there is no peak more "off" than 7:08 on a Sunday morning), long and muzzy train time, the long-awaited respite under covers, and - soon - the Novel-T launch party way the way out in Red Hook.
...just one more reason not to.
Okay, team exhaustion, time to lengthen the laundry list...
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