25 is the new 40.

pretty much the best weekend ever, and i didn't even go out friday night. instead, i stayed up until 5am just thinking about things. just thinking. for hours.

saturday i jogged to brooklyn and back. unreal. two hours. i'm still recuperating. later, had a delicious brunch at caravan of dreams (avec sangria) and then did a little window shopping with kate moss. went home, took a nap, headed to iggy's where we met up with t.h., and then headed to a horrible bar whose name i cannot recall, and then to max fish, where we met a smattering of nice individuals.

closed the bar down and got a little in-the-booth action in, as well. took a cab back to brooklyn, crashed at 5am, and then got up the next morning and walked to the crown heights side of prospect park. from red hook! for real, i'm still recuperating.

had thai food for dinner, watched some old episodes of "curb your enthusiasm," crashed on the couch, and made my way to work this morning.

for real, one of the best weekends ever.