New York a la Francaise

Wednesday was spent in anticipation of seeing Drury. I was expecting that to be about lunchtime but it ended up being more about 4. Spent a peaceful day doing yoga on the deck, enjoying the sunshine and having lunch. Went downtown to meet Drury and managed to squeeze in Chipotle and picking my keys up from the Saint. Hung out with Drur for an hour or so and then headed to James' place. Met Taylor for the first time, great guy. Southern drawl, could give a shit attitude and a pipe full of green. My kind of guy. Was invited by Steve to go to an opening at the Milk gallery. Great to see her, not so great to see the art ... coloured photos of Bowie, Lou Reed and some other douche. Quelle horreur. Fun though, was like being on a film set of every New york art party I've ever seen committed to celluloid. Lots of beautiful people looking over each others shoulders, downing the free booze and generally looking very pleased with themselves. Elijah Wood was there, unsurprisingly small but surprisingly unprepossessing. In the same way that restaurants you see on television look very run of the mill in real life, so did Elijah. I was expecting lumious blue eyes and star quality. I got friendly looking short guy. Afterwards we all went to a French restaurant opposite Pastis for salad nicoise and steak tartare. Great meal, great company, great night.