magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

'Are you leaving too?' she asked.

'Unless you want me to stay.' He did not say this. 'Yeah, I think I'm headed out with them.' Chris had left moments earlier by himself. I think he knew we were coming, and hadn't pushed us to hurry up, so I let him go.

'Well, it was great to see you,' she continued. 'I'm glad that you're in the city now. We should hang out some time.'

'Yeah. I'm.. I'm around.'

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Earlier, work: a trip to the CNN New York studios to document a set that is being moved to the new [ I feel guilty even mentioning it's name, the new tower uptown built by CNN's parent company. Maybe the Evil Empire Building, unintentionally (but happily so) paralleling the Empire State Building. ]. Anyway, the set was supposed to be free this afternoon, but they were filming on it. I got to see another set though. And the control room, and the craziness behind the scenes of an international news organization.

And home from work, and preparing veggie sushi. A (relative) success. Chris came, of course. And one of Marie's friends. Which made six, a number that I was always happy with, back in the day. But it would have been nice if Er!n had come, or any of those risd A girls.

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The party, which ended at the beginning of this entry, was on the Upper East Side. Some RISD kids I kind of knew. A bunch of NYU grad school film students who I didn't. Some conversations about moving to New York and art and work. Then Kate.S and her brother and Melody, who I've been exchanging emails with for a few months, (via Portland, where she's been living after her own broken heart experience) showed up. Later still, the subway home.