Yesterday David, Jackie, Karl & I went to the Natural History Museum. Not the best thing ever, but it was great to spend another day with those folks. They have now headed back to Ithica so it is solo adventures again for me (and back into my tiny room from the big one we had).
Today I eventually hauled my backside out of bed and as the title suggests I took the D train to the Brighton Beach area in Brooklyn and walked along the boardwalk. Pete Steele was not there, but the Russian quarter of the city was. It took a few minutes for the rusty cogs to unseize on those language skills I haven't used for over a year, but I managed to buy some items with a mix of Russian and English.
From there I PTed my way to the Brooklyn Bridge, walked across it and down to the World Trade Centre site and the little church next door that the volunteers stayed at during the initial rescue and clean up operation. It was more emotional than I expected.
Tonight I'm headed to a burlesque review of mysticism, whatever that is (clearly awesome).