
Just got back from an amazing week in New York City. I forgot a number of things until my visit:
1. Man, that city is dirty. It's a tricky kind of dirty...the kind of dirty that is invisible on your skin, but reveals itself under your fingernails. I discovered this about every ten minutes, as I was scratching my 500 mosquito bites.
2. Walking in that city is no big thing. Even in heels. Even in the hot, hot summer heat. I walked miles everyday and didn't even notice. Until I found a hole in my favorite shoes.
3. Central Park is fancy.
4. Art! So much art everywhere! I woke up everyday and looked at art until the sunset. Then I hung around with buddies.
5. Buddies! So many of them in New York! Saw lots of old faces and some ancient ones. Faces I hadn't seen since 8th grade, faces I hadn't seen since last summer.
6. Men! Patting butts and being racist. Thanks for the welcome, New York!
It was a great trip. I got so much looking done, and made lots of great jokes. Note: Blade II makes for a great drinking game; take a sip each time there is a hole in the plot. There are lots of holes (that's what she said).
Some highlights: The Guggenheim. Thanks again, Frank. Sally Mann. Emile-Jacques Ruhlmann. Deco fans! Charles Sheeler. The Brooklyn Flea Market! Reggie Watts (thanks, Cavin!) PS1. Projectile barfing! (Tobin made me eat a fancy dinner). Waking up everyday and seeing Will's face. Juda the ghost-cat. Seeing Lars Thorwald on the subway. Brooklyn Fireproof and their courtyard and internet access.
I have to say, though, I got a little homesick. I missed my man. I don't think I'll go away that long without him if I can avoid it.
Love,
E.
