Today, playing host to Bryan, I went to the Apple Store in SoHo, a gleaming temple to a glamorous deity: the Macintosh. Bryan, I believe, was considerably less impressed than I was, but then again, he is from Tennessee. We also went to lunch with Tiffany, on a brief walking tour of Greenwich Village, with Joe for afternoon tea at Tea & Sympathy, and to get me measured for a tuxedo. We rode the subway at rush hour and stopped at a street-corner bargain bonanza of illegal North Face merchandise.

Yesterday, we went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and I already mentioned that we went to the Museum of Natural History the day before.

This sort of thing is what New York means to me. I hope he enjoyed it.