I spent much of today with my friend John, who was on a day trip from Baltimore. We had a lunch at a sushi restaurant near my house, and he found a roach in his miso soup. I dislike miso soup, so I did not have any, thank goodness. The waiter was very embarrassed and brought us a free Sapporo beer and a free cone of raw fish, which I left to John. I also dislike raw fish. Their avocado rolls, however, were heavenly, and I tried not to imagine what, besides avocados, might have been crawling around in there. From lunch, we rode down to SoHo to see the Apple Store. Diligent readers will remember I also took my visiting friend Bryan to the Apple Store.

Visit me in New York, see the Apple Store. I do not make the rules.

I love SoHo, but I dislike everyone who goes there (unless their destination is the Apple Store, which has a glass staircase and permanent protection from my rage).

To annoy me, John referred to Houston Street (the "Ho" in "SoHo") as Hyoo-ston (like the Texas city) instead of House-ton (like a home that weighs two thousand pounds). That he succeeded in annoying me goes to show either how much of a New Yorker I have become or how annoying he can be when he puts his mind to it.

Later, Joe and I went to see Transporter (a most delightfully awful movie) and for coffee at Starbucks.

Then I came home.