Well, not my car. A rental car. I (and my passagers) survived my first time driving around and out of Manhattan — somehow I managed to make it this far without doing it. It went just fine, for the record. OJ was full of friends, fun, food, music, a great run in the pine-scented air, and a fantastic video that Jay made to commemorate our 10th annual OJ.
Upon returning home on Sunday, I was able to sneak in a power nap before heading off to my judging duties at the Vendy’s — you can find out who won on Gothamist. It was an incredibly fun event, and I got to see a cross-section of my world: mom, beach house folks, public interest law folks, food people — they were all there. I somehow managed to take very few pictures the whole weekend, but I’ll get them up soon.