So...
Apparently, at about 3 am while I was talking to Michael half asleep, we made plans to go boating in Central Park. Alas, I woke up thinking we were meeting for breakfast. I had the place picked out and everything. It was only when he began walking towards the park that I remembered: right! Boating. Not pancakes. Shit.
Such a good time (after I picked up a bite to eat until I could take myself out for brunch). We went into every little corner of the pond that we probably weren't meant to go near, including a little too close to some turtles and under a bridge to a spot where the pond abruptly stops being a pond and becomes green sludge. Maybe it wouldn't have been so abrupt if either one of us was good about looking behind us to see where we were headed.
I love Michael because he can be as whimsical as my imagination: when I pointed to a corner of the pond that was taken over by a tree and mused "Oooo! it would be so amazing to be able to squeeze in there and be right under the tree!" Michael didn't waste a second: "We're going there!"
So we went under trees and over rocks and found the most beautiful, green-shaded spot in the whole pond...
and watched our boat make beautiful trails in the algae...
...right after which we watched a building burning, a trail of black smoke. This is the second fire I am witnessing from water (see photos from July ("T e m m u z" album). Interestiiiiing.
Meanwhile, we came up with a new money-making ploy. I think we might have a new business idea for whenever it is that I move here. $25 per person for a 10-minute ride on this thing, 4 people at a time. Do the math. 9 am to 2 pm should suffice. Does one need a license to "drive" a tethered balloon?
Afterwards, Michael took me to Jacques Torres and bought me edible and potable spicy chocolate. ♥ He's for keeps.
When Michael split, I took myself out for lemon ricotta pancakes, which I shared with my neighbors who were greedily eying my food (because I'm that nice. . . sometimes). I'm for keeps, too.
Next, Brooklyn Museum. The exhibit I wanted to see was no longer there, and I had already paid, so I checked out From the Village to Vogue: The Modernist Jewelry of Art Smith and went back through the Amer exhibit once again (I'd already seen it in April or June).
Modern Cuff Bracelet:
The Reign of Terror (this is wallpaper with multiple dictionary definitions of "terror" underlying the pattern):
The museum ultimately was not a disappointment: while no one was looking, I got to sneak a peak into a new exhibition that was in the process of being installed, saw some Kara Walker pieces and got some photos. Notice a pattern here. I am a bad museum goer...or, I'm very good. Depends on how you look at it and how you feel about rules.
I stayed in at night; it was kinda nice to get some alone time again.
Got no plans today. None on Monday until the evening. None on Tuesday.
W. T. F.
Guess I am starting to get a little drained from being on the go for so long.
Don't tell anyone.
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