I headed to Japanese restaurant Dr. Clark, where I encouraged my seat mate, James Fuentes’ partner Katrin Lewinsky, to order a dirty gin martini. I bit into a salmon pastrami and confessed to painter Hannah Lee and her partner that I didn’t have a Spotify premium account. Two spots off my list, I headed towards Soho where Jane Lombard Gallery was celebrating its 30th anniversary at Jimmy’s Rooftop. Up there, the pool divided those with wristbands (us) and normies who, oblivious to the social circus of art fairs, were on the roof for their regular Friday night outing. Manhattan reached midnight with a crisp, flamboyant glittering skyline. Bad Bunny was on the DJ’s playlist as well as a few last summer hits. For the last stop of the evening, I headed to the W Hotel in Union Square yet again. I was confronted by a massive crowd from which I couldn’t single out a familiar face in the same hall where I was jumping between conversations two nights ago. The reminder of the night’s bash being a non-art one world hit like a cold shower, but I do sometimes like freezing streams. I tried to enjoy my lonely self by watching beautiful nameless people and a mushroom taco.