Woke before the moon hid.
Got up, walked to "Nice Guys" deli for some bacon egg and cheeses.
Breakfast in bed and "An Unnamed" television show. (Will not reveal the show to relieve myself of constant torture and ridicule..... hahaha I said "relieve myself")
Got out by 9am.
Between Lauren and I, I am pretty sure we saved the economy in lower Manhattan. At least the retail economy.
Lunch at Bread.
More Qatari style spending.
Met Carrie for Tron 3D Imax on 34th.
The best part about the film is the Daft Punk score. The rest is....ehhh. Ya know.... 3D, action, lasers and shit)
Ran down to Financial center.... then back to West 4th to meet Manuel for dinner.
Cabritos - the home of the cheap, amazing fish taco.
Sad to say that tomorrow is the last day ever for the sad little goat.
$30 open bar and unlimited food..... hit that up. Carmine St.
Freezing cold. Back to the James.
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