my week

Having scott visit for a week was amazingly nice.
~We saw two plays- Doubt was fabulous, and Glengarry Glen Ross was more than half decent.
~we saw wedding crashers, which was funny because vince vaughn and owen wilson are both too hilarious for it not to be, and we went to Charlie opening day which was fanatically chaotic on the audience's part.
~We nearly got brain damage riding the cyclone at Coney Island, but it was worth it for something, not sure what… maybe the pure old-schoolness of it…
~On bastille day we had the experience of hearing a drag queen sing La Vie En Rose and I discovered it should be left to Edith or Louis...
~scott discovered he likes avocado sushi, which is another step in our relationship: japanese dining!
~But the most excellent part of our time together was, as always, the snuggling and absent-minded hours in bed.
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I went to the Met yesterday morning with my Art History class and was intensely bothered by the ubiquitous swarm of tourists around me. I lay out on the Great Lawn for a few hours after that and read Fitgerald’s The Crack-Up. I was in such a relaxed, elated state afterward that I walked down 5th to Prada and was in and out in 7 minutes with a love-at-first-sight-tote bag.
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“The kiss originated when the first male reptile licked the first female reptile, implying in a subtle, complimentary way that she was as succulent as the small reptile he had for dinner the night before.”
(F. Scott Fitzgerald)