Great weekend. Great weather. Great friends. No complaints from me. Here's a summary as told by iPhone pics. Tacos and Modelos with this guy (and his lovely wife who took the picture) before he departs to Germany.
Nighttime in Washington Square Park.
A trek uptown to visit my old abode. Surreal and freaky. But oddly fine.
Something delicious to eat while watching Footloose.
Lazy strolls around the best neighborhood in the world. I'm simply head over heels in love with the West Village. It's good to be back.
Trying to snag as much sun as I can with this view in the background.
The only thing I want to drink these days: negro modelo in a salted glass of ice with lime. Hey, don't knock 'till you try it.
Wrapped up the weekend with a belly full of bbq on Sunday night. Sometimes, life is perfect.