After work yesterday I made my way to Chelsea. I met friends and had a horrible dinner at Hollywood Diner.
We boarded the F train to Queens and before switching to the Flushing line we were lost!
Having made our way to Shea Stadium we did see the first pitch, and the first run, and the great catch, and the bases loaded (twice), and the Mets lose.
I was home by 1:30 A.M. It's a long subway ride from Flushing to Kensington.
Happy Birthday, Arthur Rimbaud, who turns 152 today.
Tonight: Patti Smith at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.