la città che non dorme mai

Jeff and I spent part of Labor Day weekend in NYC. Let me just say, I love that city. It's so great. I mean, you know, there are too many people and it sorta smells in some places, but it's got some really great things, too! Let me recount for you my weekend:

Actually, no, I don't really want to. Too much work. Let me just show you a few pictures and annotate them for you. That'll have to be enough for now.

Sunday was Brazil Day. There were lots of Brazilians in town. Lots of yellow and green.

Here I am at Brazil Day.

Here is what I discerned while I was there: Brazilian men like to not wear shirts. And I firmly believe that, if they could get away with it, Brazilian women would also like to not wear shirts.

Here I am with the trash left over from Brazil Day.

Here is more trash and no me.

Here is a car that Jeff and I found. The hood is duck taped closed.

Here I am in Times Square.

Jeff and I bought hot dogs from a street vendor just outside Central Park.
Here we are taking our first bites.

Here I am at a kids' playground in Central Park.

Here I am at Bethesda Fountain in Central Park.
Can you find me?

Quit taking pictures and just come over here!

Here is a flower. In Bethesda Fountain. In Central Park.

(When we got up to leave, I so almost dropped the camera in the water.)

Here is Jeff at MoMA.
We like to have fun with art.

More Jeff. More fun.

Friends.

Here is Jeff making sure we aren't being dangerous or unlawful.

When you stand far away from this picture, you see this.

When you stand up close, you see this.

I don't know why my hair is flipping out like this.
It annoys me.

I was standing next to this.

On the train back home, we decided to kill time by making up our own Sudoku. We screwed it up. Then Jeff started just to, I don't know, draw? Doodle? Anyway, I looked down and realized he had just doodled the word "gay."


I hope he isn't trying to tell me something. I'm pretty invested in this working out.