If I had the choice between spending the afternoon at the Cloisters, going to an art installation/dance party till 4AM, going to Bear Mountain, seeing an opera/play/theater or cooking a fancy dinner (or tacos) at home and watching a movie/playing cards/researching cloisonne, I'd be genuinely hard-pressed to make a decision (though I would make one).
Items of Interest!:
-- Cash Cab winner!
-- Skipped 2nd grade. Distant history now, but it was definitely a formative event
-- Created/led a book club where several friends and I read the whole of Ulysses aloud across 16 Tuesday evenings while drinking Guinness and eating Irish treats
-- Made a few hundred dollars writing poetry. This probably places me in the 99.99th percentile of top poetry earners ever
-- I've been blurbed