thanks all. I ended up doing some shopping for family, perusing some museums (musei?) and gallaries, and getting plastered on a sunday afternoon, watching sports that i don’t understand (although the more plastered I got, the more I understood – a perfect correlation betwixt alcohol and comprehension). alas, i then decided that the perfect way to spend a sunday evening was watching richie hawtin (plastikman) play at a nightclub (having been convinced that my nightclub days were firmly in my past alongside carbombs and half pint gin shooters) until the wee small hours. dancing must be one of the only things that doesn’t improve with practise nor age.

in short, i returned from new york unrested and peturbed, having learned nothing aside from the fact that i shouldn’t be allowed to go anywhere on my own.

wishing you all a most pleasant weekend