I can assure you that no one —anywhere, at any time— is ever trying to impress you.
Anyway, Friday night was mellow. A couple friends of ours took the train up from the city. We had a light dinner in town and then came back to the house, built a fire in the backyard and took some mushrooms. The weather has cooled down a bit, so it was quite nice to lay in the grass and enjoy a relatively bug-free evening. Yesterday, we all went for a hike and then came home and showered before driving out a few towns over for an early dinner at a restaurant that an acquaintance of ours recently opened. I had handmade tagliatelle with ricotta in a vegan bolognese that was actually quite good and the owner was sweet enough to send over a couple bottles of cava for us to enjoy.
After dinner, my six foot tall Aryan wife and I were gearing up to drop our guests back off at the train station and head home, but we got a last minute text about about an n+1 party in Tribeca which seemed fun...so, we said f*** it and hopped on the train, too. Was a good night. Little bit of dancing, lot of bullshitting. Everyone's a podcaster nowadays, it's embarrassing. At least the sexiness quotient was quite high. Crashed with a rich friend who recently got a nice place uptown. The spolloinntaneity of life has really returned over the past couple months and I'm grateful for it. Feels great!
Grabbed coffee and some perfect Jewish bagels in the morning and made it back home around noon today while still managing managed to scrounge up the energy to hit the trails one more time. Nothing punctuates the weekend (and cures a hangover) like a refreshing dip in the cool mountain waters of the Catskills!