Back on the Island

Matt and I were back in Staten Island over the weekend for our friend Meghan and Nate's wedding. We stayed with Tim, Chadia, and Ismael, who is no longer a baby but an adorable 2-year-old with excellent manners. He's also bilingual—Chadia speaks to him in French and he answers in English. The wedding was beautiful and a lot of fun, although Matt and I wimped out at 1:30 a.m. while our friends went out and partied until 5 a.m. We even got a 2 a.m. call at the apartment from Alex berating us for wussing out. We're turning into old farts. So sad. St. George hadn't changed much, although Tim and Chadia have a new apartment with gorgeous views of Manhattan. I woke up briefly at 5:30 a.m. and the sun was just rising over the city. It was really glorious, and I might be able to share a photo if we didn't forget our camera once again. The only downside of the weekend was hearing a rumor that my former trusty cab driver and friend is now producing porn. For some reason, I find that completely depressing, although I know he's still a nice person. Kind of glad we didn't up renting an apartment in his house, though.