Had a relatively uneventful weekend, other than the realization that my friend Lauren is an addict for Billy Joel.
Enough so that it compels her to dance...
Uptown girl loves to dance.
Saturday, I scored me some sweet (and cheap!) art books at the Taschen bookstore in Soho. I've decided to teach myself and become the world's foremost authority on Caravaggio.
Sunday was brunch with the Cy for yet another weekly life strategizing session over omelets, mimosas, and endless cups of coffee.
On Monday, I went to the Knicks game, which was a great time right until the part where the Knicks fucked up and lost (again). Motherfuckers. At least the popcorn was good.
Today, Tuesday, to celebrate such a beautiful day, I threw a model airplane off the 14 floor of my office building in Soho! It was SO FUCKING SWEET. The three of us guys followed its meandering flight and gleefully laughed and giggled like we were 9 year olds in a playground on recess again.
Haha. My imitation of the projected flight of our plane.
The anticipation!
And away it goes! Unfortunately we couldn't track it with the camera, but it was really quite a sight as it dived between rooftops only to rise again with the soft and warm wind currents--circling in a random mesmerizing pattern--before it finally came to a gentle thud on the street below, Lafayette Street, in front of surprised pedestrians headed home for the day.