While we waited for the horse to arrive at the hotel (he was being transported down to Manhattan from upstate via trailer), Klaus (the manager of the hotel at the time) took us up to the roof so we could see the totally surreal view from the glass-edged roof deck. Breathtaking!
Neat clouds. New York is neat because sometimes visiting another neighborhood you haven't been to in a while feels like you're visiting a whole other city.
Later that Saturday afternoon, Meredith and I had to go out to Brooklyn to attend Marina & Fatty's baby shower. We decided to walk it. Down Ave C to Pitt Street.
While I was sitting there, two guys showed up with upright basses and started playing together. They were both using bows and making haunting, mournful, beautiful sounds and a man wandered over holding his newborn son and was holding him up into the sound. All while reading a book about learning to let go and get lost in life moment to moment. Call it the reason I live here.
I hopped out at Delancey and walked over to the Soho Grand to to celebrate Leigh's belated-birthday! (Everyone else headed home to crash after Spa Castle!).
I'm always amazed at how even after just a few days out in the normal world, when you arrive at the Port Authority, the buildings seem unbelievably tall.
