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Friday: New Brunswick, n.b. blogging contretemps. I'm of the opinion that it was wonderfully eggy.
Saturday-Sunday: East Village. New York was a party on this by-far nicest-yet night of the year. My walk to Ace Bar was a music video featuring stops to: buy a slice of 'Famous' pizza; use a Spanish-language ATM; pet a dog; be shouted at from a balcony; give a dollar to a bum; drink a beer. I walked six miles in new shoes. Played darts (darts!). I ran into old housemates Rich & McCord on 9 St, told them I'd miss my train if I stopped to talk, stopped to talk, and then missed the train. I ended the night in Hoboken watching the sun rise over the city and being told (thanks!) not to smoke next to a fuel tank.