So last night we were out late with Mark's future roommates at what had to be the worst places to eat or drink in the W Vill--sangria like blood and Guinness, well, still like Guinness. We got home late but happy, and today I was relieved not to have to go all the way out to Brooklyn College for unappreciative Asian girls with bad Bronx accents and doughy thighs--today was just half a workout with myself, a greasy Chinese lunch with Mark, and a longish wander no place in particular, but always in the direction of Red Mango.