IMG_0693Today is all flash floods and emergency warnings, but yesterday the only thing pouring down on us from the sky was golden sunbeams and warm breezes. We greeted them on our favorite rooftop sundeck in Chelsea, where going topless or even fully nude is no cause for alarm. And we brought with us an abundance of treats to feast on, both literary and gustatory.

First on the menu: pastries from Sarabeth’s…


…including pain de mie and blueberry corn muffins, tarts with blueberries and tarts with cherries, chocolate-dipped shortbread and chocolate-dusted rugelach, and, to wash it all down, their divine four-flowers juice. Then, once we had all that laid out and gleaming like a dragon’s hoard, one of our number decided we needed something savory and ordered a pizza for delivery.

Yes, a pizza delivery! Just think of the fun we could’ve had with this classic porn movie set-up. The innocent delivery man climbs to the roof expecting nothing out of the ordinary, but when he steps out he’s greeted by a bevy of… Well, never mind, because this particular pizza delivery man stubbornly refused to climb the stairs, so we had no choice but to put some clothes on, go downstairs, take delivery there, trudge back up, and get naked again. If he only knew what he’d missed…


Beer followed, bottles opened painstakingly, in the absence of a proper bottle opener, with the tooth of a mailbox key.

And there were books, books galore, a profusion of books, old favorites and new. From Lolita to The Gargoyle, from Stephen Colbert  to the irresistibly named scholarly work Fuckology, from The Girl With the Deep Blue Eyes to The Martian Chronicles to Uprooted


We were a small group this time, but we devoured much.

And now you can join us by feasting your eyes. 🙂