magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

I spent this afternoon at the Met. As their admission prices are in actuality 'suggested donations' (even if the cashiers tend to give you a dirty look when you don't pay the full $12), I really should try to go there more often. Of course the plus side of waiting four months between visits is that the temporary exhibitions are all new. There's quite a bit of neat stuff up right now.

When I left the museum at 5.30 there were two voicemail messages waiting for me. I had put my phone on silent, but I guess that I was deep enough in the museum that I didn't have any service, so it didn't even vibrate when I was called. One was from George, who was headed into the city, having missed my party on saturday because his truck blew a fan belt. The other was from PDG, with once again the promise of possible work.

I had missed both calls by about two hours, and only reached voicemail in returning them. I sat in front of the Met for a while and waited for a call back.

About half an hour later George picked me up. 'Do you know how to get to the Apple store?' he asked. 'I want to buy an iBook.'

'Not exactly,' I told him. 'It's somewhere in Soho. I do know how to get to the store where my roommate works. They're an Apple reseller. And I told Dan that I might stop in this evening anyway.'

And after the store, Indian food for dinner. Then George was back off for home, having to be up early for work tomorrow, although he did leave me with a nice Go set that he got me for my birthday.