thoroughly pooped. i met up with some friends for lunch: p-dawg (pat), d-dawg (as she's sometimes called) and t-dawg (for consistancy's sake). we went to a salt & battery in the west village. a nice little british-style fish & chips place, complete with cockneyed accents and the london times. nothing outstanding, it's just about anything that swims deep-fried. after that was coffee (or smoothie, in my case), blue crush (the movie), joe's shanghai (the juicy pork buns), bubble tea and a whole lotta walking and talking. ahhh... the joys of unemployed life in the city.

a whole day in manhattan and i succeeding in buying nothing (an amazing accomplishment for me).

thank God for good weather, good food and good company.