Yesterday was a suprisingly busy day in my social calendar (unlike tonight's rather lame no-plan Friday Night). Hit up the NYCPB gallery show at Chrystie Street Gallery which was a lot of fun and some minor schmoozing. And I got a chance to chat it up with the affable Kara, which was simply a delight. And then it was off to the races: racing to the subway, racing to the express train, racing up the stairs, and flopping into my seat, heart still racing, as the lights go down and the Chicago Symphony Orchestra picks up. I didn't fall completely asleep, which was a great relief, and the show was very enjoyable. The best part is hanging out with the cousin (she of the fiddle player in the CSO company) and Dad over some beer, fries, and a burger or two. Good times.