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As the weekend approaches, it comes time to write about last weekend's adventures in romance. Before you leave in disgust though, a big part of it is just marvelling at the city, and all the things you lose track of in all the rush.

On Friday night, after much undue trouble with transportation, I arrived in the city, promptly to be whisked off to the financial district with no explaination whatsoever. Steve was entirely bubbly, but he wouldn't tell me anything. We ended up taking the PATH to Hoboken, for pizza. This wasn't just pizza, though. This was a foot of the most perfectly baked pizza ever. If you're ever in Hoboken and get the chance, pick up a slice from Benny Tudino's. After pizza we stopped at Panera. It was pretty good, but would've been better fresh. I suppose that's what you get for going just before closing. Next we went out on the pier and talked and looked at the Manhattan skyline. I spend so much time there, but I really don't get to appreciate how pretty it is from a distance.

On Saturday we went to Central Park to see The Gates. It was opening day, so the place was packed. I don't believe I've ever seen Central Park so full before. It's not as though the place is ever empty, but this was simply ridiculous. I will say that it was absolutely beautiful. I took the opportunity to take obscene amounts of photos, but only a few got posted.

Sunday was the not-too-much day. We did a lot of napping and cuddling. It gave me happies. This was like our valentines day. [insert long mushy section here about how great Steve is.]

I updated the pictures section with the pictures I took. Mom just arrived. Time to get started on the next Weekend Report.

According to articles on the AP (see here, here) The New York State Supreme Court has struck down the New York ban on gay marriage, citing that gays and lesbians are not being treated equally under the law in accordance with the state constitution. There is however, some opposition to this ruling. New York City of all places is appealing the decision. Bloomberg's official statement is that, If we did not appeal this, I think we would have chaos in this city, though some may question his true motives. In a way though, I have to agree with him. Its better to get this mess through with, because we all know that somebody was going to do it.

My plans? Well, I don't plan on getting married until I am out of Cobleskill. Steven and I have a lot of research to do into what the legal and financial ramifications are. We are in a loving and committed relationship right now, and that's what's important. As for the rest, we'll take it as it comes. That's all we can do anymore.

This weekend was pretty typical of a weekend with Steve. We cuddled a lot, slept too much, cooked good food. It was good times. Steve is always good times.</mushyrant>

The only non-standard event this weekend was a visit to a little french establishment called Florent with some friends and former roommates. Incidentally, it is named after the owner. This was one of the first places Steve ever took me to dinner in the city, partially hoping that we would run into Maggie Gyllenhaal. Actually though, the food there is quite remarkable. Steve ordered stuffed chicken and I had a pasta dish with tuna. I could've eaten both of them and then some, but he wouldn't let me. Evidently he ordered it because he wanted to eat it. Imagnie that! After dinner I grabbed a couple of matchbooks. I love the matchbooks there. If you ever want to send me a matchbook or postcard from Florent, please let me know and I'll give you my address.