In the afternoon I saw Lars for the first time in ages. He's back. Lars is back. Did you not hear the trumpets? Did you not feel the drums?
We were all meeting uptown for Westside tacos. We ate well. Every single one of us ordered a quesadilla. Almost every single one of us had our quesadilla with a different meat.
After lunch come across the neighborhood celebrating itself. Not that it can be blamed.
Our parade was cheered by the casual locals.
We reached the park, I had to break the Fellowship. I had somewhere important to go.
First visit to Andy's in ages. But it was an ambush. The missionaries were there. And a cat.
Mr. Wu. I don't care if he's paid, he's a saint.
This is me. Wearing a t-shirt I've had for 15 or 16 years.
From Andy's, which is at the ends of the earth, I walked through chinatown, Soho, and the West Village. It might have been only 3 neighborhoods, but it was nearly 4 miles.
And at the corner of Hudson and 12th an amazing double coincidence occurred.
First, I ran into Lars and Jared hanging out on the corner. West Village, yo.
And a bit later, Hillary appeared, just sauntering up the street at the end of the day, piercing the dusk with new sunshine.
Soon you'll see that Sunday was great, too.
And come around sometime, I want to take your picture. We'll learn together, figure this camera out.
Dave told me this way that I can change something in my RGB to make pictures look better on the web. I'm going to figure that out.