Returned from London late Friday night and found myself at the front end of a NY city heat wave in an unairconditioned apartment with a whole lotta packing to do. No worries, Sarah and I spent Saturday sweating and packing boxes for the big move next week. We got 85% of it done, which is no wonder because we started early, taking lots of stuff up to the house. Tonight: more sweating and packing.
Saturday night I went out with Brent for a real East Village evening. We had drinks at the newly re-opened International Bar...my old favorite bar revamped and reopened after more than two years shuttered. They still sell cheap Rolling Rocks, so I'm a happy customer. Then we had aaaammmmmaaaazzzziiiinnnnnggggg burgers at a new place called Seymour Burton. The joint needs to finish some of the decor (noticeable issues with the ceiling, air conditioning was broken etc) but the food was incredible. I think they sautéed the burgers in butter o something. Incredible. Then off to the Music Box -- a bar I haven't been in for a few years. We met up with some of Brent's film industry friends...luckily people in production rather than actors :-)
On Sunday Sarah and I went to see Ironman, which we both loved -- especially escaping the mid-day heat. (And have I mentioned air conditioning enough?) Sunday night we celebrated Josh's birthday at Nurse Bettie's on the Lower East Side -- great birthday bar. Oh, and to redeem myself for the snarky anti-actor comment above, I should mention that we hung out with some of his thespian pals and they were delightful.