Super tired today. I never got the call for work I was waiting for, they still have my portfolio. Tuesday I got up early and bought a bike, it is a lemon. I had to push it over the Williamsburg bridge to get it home, and last Saturday night the crank just fell off as I was pedaling to get some food. Later Tuesday afternoon I was invited to see some music with Karyn. First her friend Brendon Benson was doing an in-store performance, then the Backstreet Boys at Irving Plaza. It wasn’t nearly as crazy as I had hoped it would be. They just weren’t in synch enough. Mike, Dave and Nick all got here Wednesday, the weather was awful, but we went out for a few brews anyhow. Thursday we gathered and went to the Natural History Museum, then to the Whitney for my third viewing of the Tim Hawkinson show, then to Times Square for a beer at Jimmy’s Corner. After that was art night with Jennie. She was in two gallery shows in the same night, then to a friend’s apt for some beers. Friday we got a late start and headed to the MoMA for an hour of art. Saw Mo Rocca with his mother. Went to a bar called Cheap Shots (not just a clever name) then to a house party in my ‘hood, then to Laila Lounge. Saturday I was paralyzed and did not get out of bed until 7:30pm. I was pretty amazed with myself. Met up with Peter’s birtday caravan and we got some drinks, had some people over, went out. Sunday we cooked a crazy Easter dinner. Salmon, salad, breads, stir-fry, asparagus, mashed potatoes, cookies, and wine. Everyone sat around in a daze for a bit then we went and played pool. Now it is Monday, Dave just left.