"high above the streets below when no one was around..."

what a fantastic weekend. i did so much that you'd get bored listening to me tell you about it. i would post some of the superb pictures i took (of course they're good; i took them.), but i still can't figure out this damned "hello" program.

i'll give you the highlights:

• friday: finally met bryan (cousin-in-law) and visited rockefeller center.
• saturday: ate american bastardized greek food, shopped aaall day (chinatown included) (which is INSANE, by the way), and saw avenue q ("come." "mittment." "come." "mittment." "com-" "mittment.").
• sunday: flea marketed-it, did some more "real" shopping, visited the closed-off (yet aesthetically pleasing, oddly enough) ground zero, and almost died in a taxi.
• today: was driven to the airport by a crazy little man whose hair was cut in a style verging on a mullet, then flew home after an hour-long delay (after everyone had boarded), seated next to an incredibly good-looking fellow.

i have already unpacked and taped and tacked ticket stubs and signs on my walls, so i'm un-new yorked.

moral of the story: sample the free food with caution.