your powers of prediction are incredible. it ended up being glorious last night. i was walking around chelsea and meatpacking (wow that is a horrible bit of town), union square that kind of area. everything had a kind of luminous haze to it, all the shop lights and car lights had a sort of aura around them. then looking up an avenue where the sky would open out you could see these hazy balls of light and mist in the distance.
ended up at basement standing in the garden in a t-shirt at 1am which is mad for mid-november. that is a really perfect club for my tastes. the soundsystem makes such a difference, it's loud but not harsh, has that weird thing where the bass feels really full but you can somehow still talk to the person next to you fairly easily. quite like the door policy i think (but then of course i would, they let me in). getting the L out to the bushwick madness, and then having to walk for fifteen minutes past car repair shops and warehouses adds to.....well i guess it feels a bit like you're in the know, maybe that's a shallow thing. but i saw the line for House of Yes and it reminded me a bit of when they zoom in on crowds on festival TV coverage, like people were performing having fun. also everyone wanted me to give me drugs at basement.
walked down to the financial district this morning, zero humidity and 20 degrees, nice blue sky. that part of town is underrated, and it's nice at the weekends because there's not many people there outside of the tourist clusters.