magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Another nothing day until a movie in Manhattan with Marie (and this time Olivia). The Godzilla un-cut, un-dubbed, original Japanese version re-release. Which, while slow at times, I enjoyed. And while the effects were at times laughable, they were nowhere near as cheesy as we've come to think of them.

My phone vibrated with a text message during the movie. Some AT&T marketing message, which I get one or two of a month because I've been too lazy to find the part of their website where you can request not to get them. As soon as I put it back in my pocket it vibrated again, and I ignored it, 'a two part message,' I thought. But when I turned the sound back on on my phone after the movie I saw that the second message was from Sonali:

What u doin this wkend?

I messaged her back (an hour and a half later by this point), but haven't heard back from her. [ And still haven't, 6.15 on Friday. ]

Dinner in the West Village. Ethiopian. Same ownership as the place I've eaten uptown, I had no idea that this one was there. Like the last time, the food gave me heartburn. But this time wasn't as bad.

Home, and card games, and staying up late talking.