Thursday: Red wine and apples.
Friday: Open-faced sandwiches at the Copenhagen Tea Room. (XZ: These sandwiches defeat the whole point of sandwiches. WN: That's cause they're open-faced sandwiches. Me (brightly): And there we see the evolution of something utilitarian to...well someone had to say it, yes?) Night was videos at Terry's place - Next Stop Wonderland, which was fantastic till ACME LINOLEUM appeared; The Pianist, which is really not necessary to a healthy and fulfilling life; and This is Spinal Tap, which I disgracefully fell asleep in the middle of. I know; getting old. Oh and Bat Thumb! And Terry's the Matrix Remounted, which just goes to show why every kid should take karate/wushu/etc. classes.
Saturday: Woke up at 3 in the afternoon, pottered around, had dinner (ish) at Addy's place and then we sat around on the porch and realised exactly where our lives weren't going. Minzhi's back next week, the snow and JFK runways willing, so we can do it all over again, and with GP scripts and cranberry juice.
Sunday: Damn is it Sunday already? Well it was good while it lasted.