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the kat-ful weekend was good. we hit balthazar for saturday brunch - where i randomly saw ami vice - and wandered a bit in soho before heading to midtown for some scrounging of contemporary art. we saw christie's first - kat's famous workplace - they were having an open house. i put on some gloves to look at some koons posters. everyone was looking. we forged on to the frick, which is lovely. kat gets 6 free tickets per month - another perk of her job. it's similar to the isabella gardner museum in that the entire collection is attributed to a single woman. here, portraiture dominates (vermeer, rembrandt, singer sargent, goya, el greco, among many others). notably, hans holbein the younger had an amazing capacity for capturing character with extremely precise drawing. kat described his exhaustive process of sketching (i believe it was him...) before even beginning to paint.

sam met us at kat's apartment in the east village after his day of rehearsals and we headed to dinner at milon, an indian restaurant a few blocks away, while kat took a taxi with tootsie to a friend's art opening in brooklyn. we caught up while being almost blinded by the strings of lights inside the tiny restaurant. kat met us back at her place and we girls changed before hitting gonzalez y gonzalez for a night of salsa!

sunday morning i met clio and andrew for a late-ish brunch at niko's (72nd&broadway). clio has been playing in this chamber music intensive for the last week or so and her classes just started back this week. her concert is the same night i'm working coat check at rebecca's, unfortunately. i met kat at union square and we took a cab to chelsea, hoping some more small galleries would be open. unfortunately, many of the smaller places are closed sundays and mondays (like many chic restaurants), so we regrouped and went to the MOMA (not a shabby substitution).

we wanted to see "27 dresses" but it wasn't completely out yet in theaters, so we rented a movie and got chinese takeout from the place around the corner from kat's house. we chilled with finn, kat's effervescent chic roommate who hails from london over szechuan string beans, general tso's chicken, and bbq ribs chinese-style. i thought the snow was going to come, so i stayed an extra night. it was nice not to have to take a late-night train, anyway. in the morning we ate oatmeal in our pjs and read a few chapters of the prisoner of zerba (purchased at the strand) aloud to eachother.

my dad is right. i need some good walking shoes. i'm going to kill my feet.

will i get into any of these 5 festivals this summer? i wonder.