All those yesterdays

As I sort through the photos from our labor day weekend in the hamptons. I can't help but sing this song.

Don't you think you oughtta rest...

Don't you think you outghtta lay your head down...tonight...

Don't you think you've done enough?
Don't you think you've got enough? Well maybe..

You don't think it's time to stop?

Let it wash away
All those yesterdays...

All those yesterdays...

So no one catches you drifting off and doing all the things...that...we...all...do...

Let them wash away...

All those yesterdays...

All those yesterdays...

All those paper plates...

You've got time...
You've got time to escape...
It's no crime to escape...

It's no crime to escape...

There's still time...so escape...

Summer Party on the High Line

This is bound to be an amazing summer night. 100% of the ticket sales goes directly towards the High Line maintenance and operation of the High Line. Just picture yourself dancing in the street like Martha and the Vandellas. BTB.

My apartment overlooks the High Line and I have to admit, at first, I thought it was time to move. But last summer buttercup and I took the High Line every morning on the way to our daily activities and loved it. The High Line has turned out to be a great addition to the neighborhood. Plus, I can determine the weather outside just by looking at the High Line visitors.

Besos from the west village.

DID

I thought that perfect love was hard to find

Paradise