Thanksgiving Hunger

I was hungry. I came to NYC for Thanksgiving. I went for a walk and found a hole in the wall Japanese curry place which reminded me that good food can be cheap. Then I had a drink in a basement near a stone wall, 3 fireplaces and drinks served by folks with indeterminate life trajectories. Finally, I saw a $20 offoffbroadway work with super acting, sitting with a dozen old souls, the kind of place where the actor/writer/lead sets up the wine sourced by a family member vintner in the audience before the show begins. Also got glasses, met artists, still read nytimes and fomented thoughts in folks.