pizza

Last evening I took Bao to Grimaldi's for pizza for his birthday dinner. I was quite late for the actual day, which was almost two weeks ago. But Thierry and I had told Bao about it last weekend, and he wanted to go, and I always want to go to Grimaldi's, since it has the best pizza in New York as far as I am concerned (and I am far from alone in my opinion). It was a beautiful night, a bit cold, following what may have been the most beautiful day of the year so far. I felt wired, since I had swum three thousand yards in the afternoon. It was crowded at Patsy's when we arrived, but it cleared out, as it was late. We ate like pigs. It was only one pizza, but it seemed to grow larger the more we ate of it. I smoked a few cigarettes, as I often do when with someone who smokes, and now I am coughing.