I met Anya down in Union Square today to discuss a top-secret web project. The line at Coffee Shop was ridiculous as usual so we put our names in and headed out to watch the pillow fight.

A whole lotta people were milling around clutching their “weapons” to their chests until someone blew a whistle and the crowd erupted into a down-feathered flurry of flopping pillowcases—this was actually frightening enough that I flinched. Neither of us had a pillow but Anya borrowed one from a friend and jumped into the fray. I just laughed and snapped pics along with, like, a thousand other people.

Tonight Les and I are heading out to a recreation of Rio’s Carnivale parade in a big loft in DUMBO—Les is trying on gold-sequined pants right now and cackling like a madwoman.

Believe it or not, this is a pretty fucking average weekend in good ole New York.