How to Spend All Your Sunday in the UES (and still have fun)

What a gorgeous day. I spend most of it writing, eating dim sum, writing, wondering if my friend who did a triathalon today was eaten by sharks during the swimming portion, writing, reading in Central Park, writing, reading on the benches facing the East River near Gracie Mansion (see photo below)... then I realize that a day full of contemplative study and relaxation makes for a boring entry, so I start drinking.

I meet a young woman for what I correctly assume is a date at the Cafe Sabarsky, within the Neue Galerie on 86th and Fifth. Sabarsky is perfect for when you want to feel like a distinguished old Viennese woman (a not altogether unpleasant feeling), plus they have excellent cakes (which my friend bakes at an Austrian restaurant in the Meatpacking District). But my sweet tooth isn't coming out to play, so I immediaetly order an oversized (and over-priced) glass of red wine.

Now I won't get into the details of the date with K (not her complete name), suffice it to say I had a lovely evening. But the reason I mention the date at all is because the issue of honest creative expression was raised. Not by her, and not directly, mind you, but defnitely raised.

To explain, I reconnected with K through the Wanderlust blog itself, when she emailed me after reading it... So, knowing that she reads it, can I be as frank and direct when writing about last night as I might usually be? Hmmm. Stay tuned, folks, stay tuned. This one is, as they say in the news biz, "developing."