'twas a weekend of beirut songs, buttermilk biscuits, a friend's birthday dinner in williamsburg, champagne under the fairy lights at tavern on the green, pepperoni slices at joe's on carmine, and a date at the museum of modern art. a degas exhibit recently opened there, and i'd follow his ballet dancers to the ends of the earth (or the d'orsay. or the met. or the moma).
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