The next best thing to visiting someone else’s city (which I hope to do a little later this summer) is having someone come to visit mine (which is what I’ve been up to the past few days). As I mentioned earlier, my mom was in town this week, which meant I got to play the tourist in my own city. Aside from galleryhopping like you wouldn’t believe, we did all the sorts of New-Yorky things I never get around to doing on a regular basis because I live here - after all, if I could go anytime, there’s no particular reason to go now. It’s been hot lately but it turns out to not be so bad if for every few hours you spend going from gallery to gallery you also spend an hour or so eating ice cream with huge amounts of fruit or espresso. Hunting the fifty cent and dollar racks at the Strand and eating fantastic Thai food are both good ways to kill an hour or two before seeing a movie, especially if that movie is Sunshine State (we loved it; definitely recommend it). Also caught The Importance of Being Earnest, which was exactly what you’d expect it to be (Rupert Everett is perfect for Wildean stuff like this, as always). Then an early lunch at a seafood place here in Brooklyn and Mom headed home. Not bad as far as vacations go, considering the fact that we stayed at my apartment every night.

This weekend calls for a lot of iced coffee, some more freelance work, and possibly going out tomorrow night. Death to summer.