7/7/07

Saturday, aka "the luckiest day of the century" (until July 7, 2077, that is), was a a lovely day for us, spent out and about in our fair city accomplishing things combined with socializing: brunch meetings, tattoo appointments, shopping, early drinks with friends, soul food. And in the course of that day, we ran into exactly seven people we knew, randomly around various points in lower Manhattan. Seriously. We should have bought a lottery ticket.