magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Burritos. (After a few drinks at a rooftop bar in the shadow of the Empire State Building that we visited for the first time after work.) Rob and Dan were at Critical Mass. Marie was home, but none of her friends came by. Chris did, of course, although was late, having decided to ride in Critical Mass after dropping off some avocados on our doorstep, despite earlier claims that he had no interest. And Paolo came by, now that he's finished his issue of Spiderman and can actually leave the house once in a while. Considerably more low-key than last night. We drank beer and talked a lot of RISD, probably making Marie feel a little out of place, although Chris and Paolo had never met before tonight.