The velodrome in Flushing! Sean and I hopped on a charter bus full of bike messengers being trained to track race. Between pangs of nostalgia (for Sean) and bemused befuddlement (for me), we enjoyed a balmy evening of spectating in Queens. That is, until the big ugly bike wreck--the ambulance came for two of the ten (or thereabouts) who ended up going down. The crash was not pretty, but the bikes were gorgeous. Kicked off the evening with Bruce's performance at the Whitney, happily running into Gus-from-Windsor. Michael and Sean came along to Columbia for Mike's architecture studio event. Kalin appeared from Boston, with Brendan-from-Brooklyn. Dead tired, but after a brief rest at Kat's (as she prepped for a formal), down to the East Village it was. Pouring rain, tequila, thunder and lightning. And then more Williamsburg. But the best part was trying to catch a cab to get there... Arrived on Paula's doorstep in Brooklyn just after 9 AM. Nap in roommate Nathan's bed, then PS1 with Paula and Lailah. Michael came, visiting from LA. Later had drinks at a few ICFF events with my fav industry professional, Miss Ruth, as well as Anat, John, David, and Moby (heh). Caipirinhas at Crate & Barrel, and a profoundly dull video on Frank Gehry's new chair at the AIA Gallery. Pizza break, then to Williamsburg to catch up with Sean and Andrew. Etc, etc, etc, got home at 5 AM.