Hoping to break my never-made-it-to-one-of-those-really-nuts-outdoor-movie-screening-in-an-NYC-park streak tomorrow with the showing of Clueless at the Brooklyn Bridge park. I’m short on sleep and slogging through the tail end of a pseudo-cold and a week that seems like it should have ended days ago…but a lot of girls that I love are going and it’s right across the bridge and Courtney has some sort of special wine bag contraption that holds multiple bottles. It seems like a place I should be. Oh, and, most importantly, I responded to the email chain by telling everyone that I wanted to see them all this summer — hopefully not sporadically. One should not drop that phrase lightly.