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I didn't run this weekend but I was on my feet for pretty much three days solid. Rob and I booked a loft in Williamsburg and explored some of the things we still hadn't done yet. On Friday we ate at the Michelin starred Meadowsweet, which is not in anyway pretentious although slightly above our usual budget. It was delicious. On Saturday we got crepes for breakfast, before a big walk checking out Ursula's work at the Barclay's Center, walking over Brooklyn Bridge, visiting the 9/11 memorial and then wandering back up to the L train via the Strand. We picked up pizza from Roberta's (Jay Z's favourite) and then went back out for sweet crepes for dessert, via a bar that played Elastica songs. A Good Saturday.
Early breakfast on Sunday (re.union - the most amazing jam) then over to Moma to see the Jackson Pollock exhibition (not actually that great, quite limited) and there's a new contemporary gallery which was fun. Saw Airienteer Lowry Jones, but didn't remember her name so couldn't call her over to talk. That was random. Then lunch, a Central Park stroll, and then 2 hours of disaster trying to return via the L and failing miserably because it was down. Ended up walking the Pulaski Bridge instead, which was fantastic in the sunset, then dropping in on Emma on the way back. Ramen take away and then bed.
Monday I had an experiment at Rockefeller, so I took the L, then walked up 1st too 66th from 14th. That was good, because I spent the next 6 hours or so in a windowless room and then it was dark. Back to New Haven at 9.30, a great night's sleep, and now an easy morning at home before heading back to work.
Shattered, but good.