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This weekend has been so full I barely know where to begin. All three days were noteworthy, which is noteworthy in and of itself. All three days also involved Brooklyn, which, again: noteworthy. I have now been to Brooklyn twice as many times as I had before the weekend. I'm not sure what my final impression is.

Friday was a bug-finding and fixing day at work. We go live on the 24th (read: middle of the night on Sunday) so we're testing the crap out of everything right now and fixing anything that comes up. Amazing, there was next to nothing that came up. I sat relatively idle most of the day. Fabulous.

Gary and I cut out of work a little early to get a strawberry caipirina to kick off the weekend. Then I was off to Brooklyn, to meet my friend Kevo for dinner at Peter Luger. Steak was delicious and it was awesome to see Kevo again after almost a year. I can't believe I left London that long ago.

Kevo had brought a friend of his, David, and afterwards the three of us headed to Union Hall in Park Slope for a drink. As it happened, an Australian band, Mid-State Orange, was playing downstairs, and while none of us had ever heard of them, they were actually quite good and we stayed for their whole set. Afterwards, we caught up with the lead singer. He and I discussed how Chicago and Melbourne reminded us of one another.
There was another bar afterwards. And then we all came back to my place for a coffee and to enjoy the view. The evening went later than I thought: 3AM, but it was all fabulous.

Saturday was not so pleasantly remarkable. I went out early to get a few things and planned on finishing up a couple jewelry pieces I had started last week. I invited Gant to come over and join me for a movie and some food while I did jewelry. We were just ordering when I got an IM from Tony: help, i've just been robbd. not a joke. call 911.

Yeah. Damn I was glad that I wasn't in the other room or not paying attention to the computer or whatever. Tony has given his own account of the story, but in summary, he was indeed robbed at gunpoint. He's a little worse for wear but generally okay and quite shaken up. I did the 911 call (his phone was stolen) and Gant and I headed to Bed Stuy in Brooklyn. We stayed with Tony while he made various phonecalls and waited for Christopher to show up and I folded all of his clothes and tried to tidy his ransacked room. At about 11, we all took off and Christopher dropped Gant and I off in Astoria to meet up with Joe.

Somewhere along the way, we decided I should change my name to Cupcake. Cupcake McCabe.

Today: King Lear. My cousin and I met up in the West Village for lunch (which was delicious) and spent a long time talking and catching up. Then off to BAM for some RSC Shakespeare. Oh, and Ian McKellan. Who was dreamy even if we didn't have the best view. The costuming confused me a little. It started in the, hmm, 19th century? And it ended up mid-twentieth, getting progressively more modern. Not sure what they were trying to do with that. The production was really fabulous in spite of it, though.

Now, it's time to wind down. It's been crazy. Yesterday was tough, but I think the weekend was net positive. Not least because Tony's okay, and I was able to contribute to that in some small way.

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