MLK Michi Maciek weekend!

Gonna be another cryptic description of the last week.

Thursday
Rush to the galleries
A new, more fun crowd this time.
Rush home! Michi is on the stoop!
Galapagos, Union Pool, joint on the roof, bed.

Friday
Dinner party.
I'm thoroughly impressed. So much fun.
Caught in the act
Union Pool again.
Maciek!
Nothing has changed, such a wonderful thing sometimes.
We crash the roommates coke party and wind down the night.

Saturday
Spent waiting around.
Finally, off to Grimaldi's.
Then Union Hall.
A slowish night.

Sunday
More waiting.
Finally, a wonderful brunch.
A bit of football. (ugh).
A walk to Greenpoint.
Whiskey in Polish.
Hot toddies.
Michi hits the road.
Off to AW's loft.
Temu lived there! With bedbugs! Eeeiiiiiii.
Lex and the Australians make it a party.
Fine, I'll get drunk.
Send Maciek off into the night.
Lex spies again.
Maybe we don't care...

Monday
He goes to his March.
I ditch my bike once and for all.
I feel a cold.
We go shopping. Still don't have the pants.
Hot soup, ginger tea, soothing bookstore.
Then a chill night. Movie, more tea, lots of cuddling.
Best day of the weekend.

Now I have a terrible cold. And a big party to host in two days.
Sigh. I'm sick of winter (as much winter as it's been).
I need daylight.

Spoke with AB twice in three days. For the first time in a couple of months.
Was good. Jovial.
He saw Charlie in SoHo before Christmas. How strange/sad/amusing.
He seems to now live in Boston, engaged. Not surprised.

I need cough syrup.