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November 3, 2002

It’s just the wasted years so close behind

Yesterday I got to see nine Manuel Alvarez Bravo prints and my favorite Max Ernst painting. I had the worst taco, of all time, ever. I drank in a Bosnian bar where everyone knew the song the band was playing except for me and my friends. I went to a party full of dancing girls, where everyone was standing on the verge of getting it on. I whinged too much about the weather. I probably bored my friends to tears over dinner. I saw Cary’s art hung gorgeously in a little wine bar in Lafayette Square where I had the most delicious stout I’ve ever tasted. I made my brother drive me all over the city and he did it without question. I conspired. I fell into bed at 6 a.m.

I’m not sure I’ve used my time here altogether wisely.

Posted by pogo at November 3, 2002 12:43 PM