Saw Julianne Moore in the West Village on Sunday afternoon with her two kids. Smaller IRL than I expected, but luminous.
Jus and I were scooting through the Village on our way to the Hudson for a bit of picnicking and Scrabble on the grass but got caught in a thunderstorm. Ate our ham and American cheese (there is such a variety, apparently: its entirely non-descript) sandwiches watching fork and sheet lightning ravage Jersey City and the financial district. Stayed there for a bit and then fled home by clinging to streets with scaffolding (that got us three blocks) and eventually hopping in a taxi.
Sunday roast for dinner. Beef with gravy, roast potatoes, peas, hard-to-come-by squash, the works. Blueberry pie for dessert. Actually the best pie I've had since I got here. Juicy, whole little blueberries and authentic buttery pastry. All washed down with ginger beer (also hard to come by: went to 4 supermarkets to find it).
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