magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

It got really dark this afternoon, and from my desk, now across the office from the windows, from what I saw in my peripheral vision, I felt as if it were late fall, and dusk. Instead, however, it was a thunderstorm, creating one of those amazing summer light conditions, made that much stranger for being in a fluorescently lit office, seven stories up. I took some picture with my phone, but they didn't do the sky justice, so I grabbed the office digital camera and hung out the window to snap some shots. The flash reflected off of the raindrops and made them look like stylized snow.

Geoff (whose computer I've been moved on to at work, although they took the desk away while I was out taking photos of Rockefeller Plaza one afternoon) was playing at CBGB again this evening, and a bunch of people from work went out. We stopped at John's first, for beer and pizza, and I sort of had my first non-work conversation with Jen.D, then we headed over to the show, which I actually enjoyed more than their first one.

We followed it up with another trip to the Three of Cups, although it wasn't karaoke night this time. I did mange to get incredibly drunk however, following up the five beers I had had earlier in the night with three whiskey and gingers. I talked some more, albeit drunkenly, with Jen. With a friend of Chris.S's girlfriend, who I swear I know from somewhere, but still can't place (and she didn't seem to know me at all). And then with John about work and creativity and making what you're worth, and haircuts ('Just let it ride,' he said), and who knows what else.