magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

And then sometimes I hate the New York subway system. I walked from 6th and 2nd up to 14th and 1st. It's just after midnight. And the L's not running. So now I have to walk half way across town to get to the F, which I could have gotten to by simply walking six blocks south to begin with. (In retrospect I could have taken the 6 from Union Square, but I never take the 6 and didn't really have any idea that it also meets up with the J.) Around 3rd Avenue I meet up with an M14 bus and get on. It stops at Union Square. It stops at 5th. It skips 6th. Even though it is the de facto shuttle when the L isn't running. So now i have to walk the underground passage from 7th back to 6th. And catch a B train. The B train doesn't actually stop at 14th Street, but the F was running on the E line until West 4th. So I take the B two stops. Then wait for an F, which i take another two stops. Then wait for a J. I timed the walked from Flushing, 10 minutes, 20 seconds. All told, my 20 minute trip from 1st Ave, half an hour if you include the walk, turned into an hour.

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24 hours earlier my ringing phone jolted me awake. Bleary eyed, I looked the screen, saw a picture of Stef, and punched the ignore button. I waited a while to see if she was going to leave a message, but she didn't. I have no idea why she called. I could speculate, and did for the 20 minutes or so that it took me to fall back asleep, but that seems like a waste of emotional effort now.

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This evening, before the subway disaster, I went and saw De La Guarda with a group of people from work. Greg knowns someone on the cast, and we got reduced price tickets. It was fun. I don't think it would have been worth a full price ticket. But a decent way to spend a Thursday. With some drinking pre and post.

During said post, sitting across the table at Global 33 from Sally, I realized that what was simply a sexy Australian accent and a shared RISD experience last week had blossomed into a full blown three day crush. I do sort of feel as if she's out of my league though. This may just be because she's four years older than me. Or it may be because she knows all the cool places in NYC.

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The wisdom of the night: bingo and poker are different games.

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When I did finally get home, I found that my household had taken in a kitten.