magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Unable to get ahold of Chris, I headed to the Archive this morning, for a soy cappuccino. Sam called while I was sitting there, he was on his way into the city, and while I was talking to him, a call waiting beep, which was Chris heading back to Brooklyn from Queens.

Brunch at Life an hour later, hyped up on caffeine and jelly beans. And later later, dinner with Marie and Dan at Caravan of Dreams. And home, and TV shows, and no word from Sam.

But after two nights of drinking it was probably good to take a night off.