after our weekend away and big talks and website editing, xabi departed and arrived in park slope only to find out that his keys were on my kitchen table. the nice thing to do seemed to be, a personal delivery. once again cursing the lack of interns or assistants or even a scant messenger. i went the way of yonder and was treated to a delightful dinner at palo santo. i had pork. he had lamb. we split a very soupy but no less delicious creme brulee. the host recommended wonderful wine and a malbeck porto. i left full and with two full binders of negatives, integral shots for the updating of the website.
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