I apologize for my lack of posts this week. As shocking as it may seem to those of you who know me personally, my job does sometimes take priority.
I did not post this weekend because I was busy having a nice, mellow weekend with our beloved Mindy June, before putting her on a plane this morning, in all her fortiness, back to England, far across the sea.
Sending Mindy back today made me sad. When you live far apart from your loved ones, you end up seeing them only during frantic, harried, celebretory visits where you try to cram in as much as possible in the small amount of time you have. This weekend was the first in a long time that Mindy & I didn't have to do that. We got to chill, just the two of us, and do exactly as we pleased. That kind of lifestyle suits us.
Our theme this weekend was "Brooklyn." With the exception of a lovely Norwegian dinner prepared for us by Oddrun on Friday night, Min and I spent the entire weekend in Brooklyn doing Brooklyn things. We had a great outing to the Brooklyn Museum, which is just outstanding, even while being eclipsed by the Met, MOMA and the Guggenheim.
On Saturday night I decided to take her to dinner in my neighborhood so she could see just how, um, Italian my neighborhood is and what a fish out of water I am living here. Although we had a blast at dinner gawking at the people around us and trying not to burst into laughter, I think she finally started to understand how utterly bizarre it is to live here. As we were walking home, she even said something to the effect of "you have one fucked up life."
I'll drink to that! And I'll drink to Mindy June, as I dedicate this song from Rent to her. We don't like living without you, Min.