Early Friday morning Ol' Matt Lemmon flew into New York for the weekend. Mike picked him up at the airport and then we headed down to Soho (here we can be seen after parking on Bowery) for a power breakfast at Balthazar.
We all ordered the Full English Breakfast.
Matt has long been a fan of English breakfast mushrooms. (This is a photo from when Matt and I went to London in November 2003)
Then we discussed psychic powers. (Me: "They don't exist and never will.") (Matt: "That's no way to have a fun and interesting conversation.")
Mike listened intently and had his own well-reasoned theories ("But what if you could hook your brain up to a computer?")
After work Amber and I met up with the Lemmons at the Moma. Here Matt and Mike can be seen standing in front of a video of a lemon and posing like their brother Scott.
On this visit to the Moma I took my first look at the print collection.
Perhaps I shall go into photographic portraiture?
Then we went with Jenna to the Burger Joint. Of course.
In case you were wondering, the one that isn't Mike Lemmon in the photo is me. Because my picture hasn't been up here for a while.
Then we sort of wandered for a while and wound up at Lincoln Center where there was a big outdoor latin-dancing situation.
There were lots of awesome old men dancing around all over the place and none of them would keep still long enough to be photographed.
Then I had to head home before everyone else so I could get up early Saturday morning, but the Lemmons kept it poppin' all night long, from what I understand.