on saturday we got dinner to-go from chelsea market and took our meal to the high line. we usually argue as to whether we dine al fresco or not. i will happily sit outside and let my own sweat bring flavor to the meal. ed thinks i'm crazy (he's right). though i won the battle this time, mostly due to a breezy summer night, but also because chelsea market has the dining atmosphere of an upper class wal-mart.
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