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Sunday ended up being a day of more injury and desperately needed recovery. After I turned butterfingers once again and sliced my thumb open cutting an apple (I swear, I do something like this once every six months - cannot forget the "cured meat" incident, or the "mandoline incident"), Marci and I headed to Chinatown for some full-body pummeling at the Broom Sky Health Center, also known as the "curiously lax about privacy and nudity" basement massage center.
Afterward we went to Uniqlo, which surprisingly no longer looks like a warehouse of J Crew castoffs, and actually found some decent looking jeans.
And then we met friends and ate at Bacaro, where I had my best celebrity spotting yet. Shortly after being seated in one of the underground chambers, we witnessed a tall, handsome vaguely-Euro-looking man walk in, followed by an Asian woman, and then some of their friends. They sat at a table about three feet from us, and proceeded to pull out a small toy Casio keyboard and discuss playing music with it. Marci recognized her voice first, and pulled me in for a conspiratorial whisper. I stole a glance over and realized, yes, we were seated next to Amadeo and Kazu from Blonde Redhead.
Afterward we went to Uniqlo, which surprisingly no longer looks like a warehouse of J Crew castoffs, and actually found some decent looking jeans.
And then we met friends and ate at Bacaro, where I had my best celebrity spotting yet. Shortly after being seated in one of the underground chambers, we witnessed a tall, handsome vaguely-Euro-looking man walk in, followed by an Asian woman, and then some of their friends. They sat at a table about three feet from us, and proceeded to pull out a small toy Casio keyboard and discuss playing music with it. Marci recognized her voice first, and pulled me in for a conspiratorial whisper. I stole a glance over and realized, yes, we were seated next to Amadeo and Kazu from Blonde Redhead.