My parents and I got along great. Well, so long as we didn’t talk politics or religion.
There was an incident with some make-up in my childhood bedroom. I don’t want to talk about it.
I ate pizza. Here’s a shot of Rinaldi’s double-crust white pizza.
On Saturday, I returned to NYC in time to catch up with my visiting friend Erin and see our alma mater play hockey at Madison Square Garden (and lose unfortunately). Fun seeing friends though!
We had brunch at Feast on Sunday with another Cornell friend.