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20 February 2004
stupid stuff at work. calling hotels from our parent company's 'recommended hotel list' to find the nearest hotel at the best price for a senior designer (from the la office?) who is going to be in new york for two weeks. more file server backups.
but then i got to go up to the millionaire set to drop of chair feet. and hung out and watched things come together. the set bustling with all sorts of people.
i had problems getting back though. delayed and delayed. and then problems with lunch. i ordered a salad, was in line for soup. the cashier said, 'i can take your soup order.' i noticed a sign on the register that said they only take cash. went across the street to an atm. came back. paid. they were out of the soup i wanted, and i had to settle.
after work i called chris, cybele's not coming to visit, i guess. she was supposed to come in by bus this evening, and we were all going to go out to dinner. 'so i don't know what's up,' said chris.
i took the subway home. the internet connection was busted. i was overwhelmingly depressed. called my dad. talk for a bit and then got of the phone and cried.
called allison.m, who i haven't talked to since i've actually been living in the city. she told me about a party tomorrow night. she knows one of the guys who is djing. said that a bunch of people should be going, although they might not be people that i know, necessarily.
typed some stuff. watched tv.
chris called. 'what are you doing? want to go into manhattan?' we did. wandered around. got bagels. (i probably eat too many bagels.) it started getting cold, so we headed back to brooklyn. and hung out at my place for a while. rob came home and turned the lights off. chris left. i read for a bit in my room and then went to bed.