Before taking the subway over to Queens? Breakfast at Johny’s Luncheonette.
Ran into Davide, who I’d only known virutally for perhaps a decade.
Nice and neighborly Queen’s Pride parade.
Scott (and Olli, not pictured) picked a great Tibetian joint for lunch Phayul
Dug this Flatiron branding on the way back to pick up my bags to catch the train that took me to a bus that took me to a plane.
Patrick, deep in tought.
Caught a Recovery Logo outside of Penn Station
So long New York, once again you overwhelmed me with wonderfulness.
A kestrel was nesting outside of friends Scott and Olli’s place. It would repeatedly fly toward the window, allowing for the photo above. (Fret not, there were no injuries.)
There was poker that afternoon. I didn’t fare too poorly, but it would’ve been worth emptying my pockets—super fun random versions of poker with each deal.
Also of note this day: I’m going to make a visit to the Chobani SoHo store a tradition every time I’m in New York. I’m getting what Thor had next time: their rice pudding. (But everything we tried was incredibly delicious.)
Capped off the day seeing Neil Patrick Harris portray Hedwig on Broadway. Awesome would be an understatement.
So there I am walking around New York City when I run into Dicky.
He lives in California so it was quite serendipitous.
Whenever we see each other (every year or so) he tells me I’m way behind posting photos on this here album.
This one’s for you Dicky. Only a forty day delay!
Tina never experienced the awkwardness of prom, so she decided to throw her own. Unlike proms of 1992, this one had delicious food and none of the nimrods you might normally suffer in high school.
Extra hat tip to Jonny for telling me to get my butt on the dance floor, and Tina for having the shindig.