Where did the last 10 days go? It’s been a whirl, so some brief highlights:

October 28: Split between celebrating a good friend’s birthday at Le Pere Pinard on the Lower East Side and then enjoying some pre-Halloween fun at Hank’s Saloon with Jon Simmons, Thunderegg’s biggest British fan, who was stopping for the weekend on his way to Los Angeles. Can’t argue with French food, rockabilly, and men in drag.

October 29 & 30: I have no recollection of these days.

October 31: Halloween; as mentioned below, we dressed as Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham. No photos yet, but I’m hoping our kind hostesses will email me some. The costumes were moderately successful, I’d say. Party was fun. We took a whole pumpkin pie home.

November 1: House cleaning.

November 2: Casper & the Cookies, friends of mine from Georgia, arrived to play the CMJ Music Festival. My apartment sort of took on the look of a youth hostel, but it was fun to see everyone. They stayed two nights.

November 3: We visited one of our favorite restaurants, Robin des Bois, a cozy spot in Carroll Gardens that has a lot of chandeliers and gravy-laden food. I fell asleep very early.

November 4: I had my first run with my new running group and made a brisk lap of the park. Then we met up with some friends for dinner at a Japanese place in the East Village, where I had a yummy bowl of soba noodles with vegetable tempura. Then we headed back into Brooklyn to catch the Crevulators at Freddie’s Back Room (where Thunderegg played more than a year ago). Will met up with a friend from high school there who was in town to catch a reading by one of his favorite poets. Late night, needless to say.

Today: I fought the marathon crowds on the 6 train to meet a friend for lunch on the Upper East Side, and then we went to the Met to see the exhibition of artists represented by legendary turn-of-the-century art dealer Ambroise Vollard. The scope of this show was staggering, and the wall text offered an amazing amount of anecdotal and historical information about the paintings’ provenances. I also learned that Pere Ubu was a character in short, satirical plays that Vollard wrote to blow off steam. I may go back after the holidays to reexamine parts of the show.

During this period, I also read A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, but that really merits a separate post, perhaps tomorrow.