New York City is so awesome sometimes it's hard to believe I get to live here. This Saturday while finishing up a lovely, leisurely brunch Jonah got an email saying Jay-Z was about to give a concert on the pier at 13th Street. We walked over there and because Jay-Z's on tour promoting his new album Kingdom Come, people got in for free (your price of admission was being bombarded by aggressive and ubiquitous brand marketing). The next thing you knew we were waiting for Jay-Z to come on stage. I love Jay-Z (not as much as the girl 10 feet behind us standing on a platform screaming and crying that she loved Jay-Z) and I love outdoor concerts (even if it wasn't the warmest day) so I was very happy. After the concert, still unable to wipe the grin off my face nor quell the excited squeals, "I can't believe we just got to see Jay-Z!!", we poured out with the concert crowd into the meatpacking district where we discovered we were in the middle of a movie set. Judging by the crashed bus and blown up cabs, it was either that Will Smith movie or Speed 5.
Only in New York City. I love you New York City! I love you Jay-Z!
Diamonds in the sky!
There's my boy! He was wearing a dope white jacket with safety pin emblems all over it.
30 is the new 20! Sally's eyeballs are very shy.
Thanks to Evan for the email!