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Open 24x7The way NYC was meant to be. This was a fun weekend. Days have started to merge into each other, Mondays becoming Saturdays, Fridays becoming Tuesdays. Saturday was sleeping late, moping around the house, being self destructive and the like. elly took care of me, tucked me in and went off to work for the douches at Spirit. Eventually I got up, hopped a midnight train and met her there, where I was overwhelmed by the Jersey boys. It was actually scary. We ran from the mega-club, heading to the safest, nicest bar in all of Manhattan, the site of our first date. We got there just in time for last call, and Joseph took care of us, giving us "our" booth, unprompted. Sometimes fate just takes charge and makes everything great. We weren't quite tired, but bars were no longer an option, so: another (third of four!) taxi ride later, we went to see all the partiers doing their 5am eating. It's hip, it's packed, there's always a line at 4:01am, and their fries are yummy:
A final taxi ride home, and we saw the rising sun of morning. The perfect pink sky. We ran to the roof, trying to catch the already fleeting memory. It's not much, but it's all I've got:
Sunday had backyard sitting, and fun elly-biking in the park at night. Life ain't bad at all. |
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