Blogging Slackers & NYC trip

OK, so we've found ourselves way more busy than we intended for Summer 2008. It was, in fact, at the beginning of the summer supposed to be a relaxed-maybe-we'll-go-do- short-trips-to-the-Uintas- maybe-not kind of summer. We didn't anticipate a NYC trip (for L's work) or a California trip (for J's cousin's wedding) when we bought all our concert tickets, so the result has been a bit--for us anyway--like living like rock stars.

I think we have averaged at least 3 concerts a week since July. In August alone, we've seen Keb Mo, Ruthie Foster, and others up at the Snowbird Rock n Blues festival along with Wilco, KT Tunstall, and Broken Social Scene. We still have Bonnie Raitt and Neko Case left to go, not to mention Al Green, John Hiatt, and Joan Osborne in September. It has been a blast! But I think I'm looking forward to winter hibernation, or at least fall turtlenecks, more than I normally would.

Anyway, although we do have a fantastic California trip to blog about, I'll wait on that to review just briefly the NYC trip, during which I played and L worked. I spent a couple of nice unseasonably pleasant afternoons with old friends and wandered around a bit walking across the Brooklyn Bridge and to the Met. Fortunately, meals are mostly together and we like to find a gem now and then, so thanks for my cousin Andy who used to live in Brooklyn, our gem this time around was a place called Supper in the East Village. Although I know it might sound silly with all the choices there are in NYC, we actually went to this place twice, almost solely for the freshest mozarella we have ever eaten--a burrata mozarella imported twice weekly from Italy that practically fell apart on the plate but perfectly complemented all of the usual caprese salad ingredients--tomatoes, basil, olive oil, balsamic. In fact, this little appetizer actually cost more than either of our entrees, but it was completely worth it. Aside from the tasty food, the place had a great vibe and we definitely felt we were nearly living like locals eating there.