So I find myself awoken at the godless hour of 4:30 am this morning, having been forcefully roused from my slumber by one of those particularly loud Matthew Lesko commercials running on the television. Usually when this happens, the tube gets turned off and I fall back to sleep the next moment, yet here I am writing instead of sleeping. If I plan to make it through the day as planned, it looks like coffee is going to be part of the equation.
This was all after a rather unforgettable Friday; some of it public record and some not. I mean, it’s not everyday I find myself sitting at an outdoor cafe in Little Italy, sipping a beer and smoking a cigar — this after walking around said ethincly-name neighborhood in search of a shop to buy said cigar from. Nor is it every day I go out to have celebratory birthday drinks with friends and a fancy pizza dinner at Lombardi’s.
The rest of the weekend looks to involve Coney Island, coffee shop sketching, working on blog layouts and other such unrelated things. I look forward to writing about them soon.
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