friday night: wife and i met up with the always radiant anne at murray hill's hottest frat house, joshua tree. it is absolutely the place to go for the best music from the mid-'80's to mid-'90's,

from there, we scampered down a few blocks to barna, a peculiar, rather overpriced subterranean hangout whose beaded curtains and dim lighting explained the young ibanker clientele. rumor has it that tim meadows (yes, the ladies man himself) was on his way out as we came in. so close.
saturday, we dragged our asses out of bed around noontime, packed our kitchen into a suitcase, and rolled downtown for our all-day baking bonanza. in preparation for a party that was reportedly going to pull in 40+ guests, we spent the afternoon and early evening churning out dozens (possibly even hundreds) of our famous confectionary delights: gingerbread cookies with white chocolate and cranberries, granola chocolate chip cookies, oatmeal coconut raspberry bars, rocky road brownies, knock-you-nakeds (yes, they're that good), and, the crowning glory, baked brie. of course, there was also

disappointing cookie consumption notwithstanding, the party was a rollicking good time and very effective at disposing of the enormous volume of wine provided by our gracious hosts. that may have had something to do with the fact that the baking staff started cracking open bottles around 2 pm. anyway, we finally made it home around 5, crashed until noon, and didn't leave the apartment all day yesterday. easy like sunday morning... afternoon... and evening. of course, now i am sick. again. goddammit.

it is also worth noting that, on my way to work today, i again witnessed three camels just hangin' out in rockefeller plaza. but these things don't faze me anymore.
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