An unseasonably warm and sunny Saturday took us on a North-bound subway ride/walk to Morningside Heights, home of Columbia University. A gorgeous campus, that lends itself to strolling, Columbia is dominated by impressive 19th century architecture and gardens (even if they were snow-covered). Think University of Melbourne on crack!
A diner brekky on Broadway, followed by a quick pitstop at our apartment to change, and then we were off to Williamsburg, Brooklyn for an afternoon with my posse from Pennsylvania - Sol Trayne and William J Axminster - who'd driven 200 miles to spend the weekend with me, Muddy and Red. We spent the afternoon gassing, drinking craft beers and playing arcade games in a cavernous joint called Barcade (yes, that's right - oh, those witty hipsters), before we were joined by Taylor Paatch, a friend of William's from New Jersey. The evening ended with burgers and a nightcap at a divey gay bar, then home for me and Muddy - old farts - happy to leave the evening's debaucheries to a younger crowd.
Today (Sunday), we bade the PA posse farewell, then caught the subway to Astoria, Queens - an outer borough that is best described as an ethnic soup mixing Oakleigh, Springvale, Coburg and Abbotsford - to visit the Museum of the Moving Image, an astonishing film and television museum, housed in what was once America's East Coast Hollywood. Awesome.
The snow has mostly melted and the weather is milder than we could have hoped for.
We are now comfortably ensconced in Red K's studio on the Upper East Side, winding down after a full and rich week and a full and rich afternoon coffee at Dean and Deluca's and a full and rich dinner care of the Halal Guys. Sleep should come easily...Good night.
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