– Rach and I got some breakfast and she bought a dozen bagels to take back home to Boston. She also wanted to bring back some good local beer, but couldn’t find anything interesting. I once asked someone once why the beer selection here is weirdly unremarkable and they replied replied, “New York is over craft beer.” So, there’s that. We came back, packed up her car, and said goodbye.
I took care of a few neglected errands—dropping off laundry, buying groceries, retrieving my credit card from the bar I’d left it at on Friday—before spending the rest of the day bumming around. I got some Chinese food, consumed a pint of ice cream, and watched TV on my computer. This is 29.