Live From New York- It's Friday Night

Well, that was a day.

As I have documented to death, New York and I have a special relationship. Things almost always go very well for me here. Today was a bit of an exception, in that things were fine, but not spectacular. My expectations are exceedingly high in this town.

The flight was smooth and quick, but our rooms weren't ready early, which is not a crime, just not what I usually encounter.

Headed down to SoHo, but didn't find any great deals. Had lunch at Charlie Bird, and it was good, but didn't rock my world as I had hoped.

I think the new plan is no plan.

Just let the city come to me.

That being said, the play was great. More on The Audience and Rum House later. Right now, what I need more than anything is sleep. Let's hope the women who were screaming at each other in the next room have also called it a day.

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