Off to D.C. for the weekend, after a euphoric day in which I interviewed the game and delightful Sean Wilsey, walked across the Williamsburg Bridge and took not-bad photos of the Brooklyn waterfront with the rest of my film, spotted Ted from Queer Eye on 8th Avenue in a lighthearted striped shirt, saw the stirring Murderball with my old pal and trusted adviser Gene Seymour, met Kurt Vonnegut and Jill Krementz (!), and took a bouncy Jack Russell pup around a West Village mellowed by the heat. This is what New York was supposed to be like, and sometimes, just on lucky days like this, it actually is.