Dorothy's lobster tacos were of course delicious but when she referenced not wanting to food poison us all I could think about was the Wells Tower book, which I'm finally reading, and the story, I think it's the second one, about the moose.
Know what I’m saying?
Well the thing that happens in that Wells Tower story did not happen and the dinner party was really quite lovely. Also she has a balcony with a view of Manhattan and she grilled bacon-wrapped scallops and she made mint juleps! And she had the stinkiest most delicious cheese ever. I love stinky cheese. Dorothy is an amazing hostess.
I rode my bike there over the Williamsburg Bridge, which I hadn’t ridden on in ages, and it’s really nice now! I was into the smooth cyclist-pedestrian split path on the Manhattan side. The only thing is, Jesus Christ, the approach from Delancey Street is a little scary coming from the west. There are cars trying to cut you off and other cyclists trying to cut you off and like 4 lanes of traffic and you’re like, please just let me get on the bridge without smashing my brains underneath a car, please.
Then when I got to Williamsburg I went over to the Kent Street bike path and there was the most amazingly beautiful sunset ever and it was illuminating the Manhattan skyline and people were actually stopping their cars on the side of the road to take pictures. It was that beautiful. I had one of those ‘I love New York’ moments where you just want to lie down on the ground and close your eyes and let the city wash over you. But I didn’t do that. I kept riding.
On my way home—drunk and really pretty tired—I rode through South Williamsburg and there were a lot of religious people out and I thought to myself, it’s so late for religious people to be out! And then I realized that there’s no requirement that they go to bed early necessarily, right?