We all feel like that sometimes, no? I know I do, but not tonight. I just dug this up from my L.A. photos, and I love Pop Art.
Strolled through the tease of a warm evening, jacketless, with L., along University Place, comparing Italian joints. Sharing a bottle of wine and fried zucchini at Osso Buco, which has a funny in an immature fifth grader sort of way English translation, I've now learned. Delicious gnocchi. (I heart gnocchi. They remind me of Scranton -- one of the good memories, worth returning to.) Visiting the now famous Brooklyn Heights loft, lifting my chin off the floor. Heading back up the island. Watching the array of life on board.