Howard and I looked at the line for tickets to the Masquerade, wisely said the hell with it, and wandered off to find lunch. Much to our surprise, we found that La Strata had reopened. Still one of the city's best restaurants.
Afterwards we poked around in the Exhibition Hall for awhile, at least until the noise and my dislike of crowds finally caught up to me and I had to get out. Not a happy moment.
On the bright side I got the autographs my sister-in-law wanted and took a lot of pics, one of which
really blew me away.
Eventually we had dinner at a Mexican place and decided to call it a day. I've got a bit of a headache but on balance it was a pretty good day.
