magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

I met Chris, Garth, and Evy at Life for brunch. It took me almost an hour longer than any of them because of weekend subway madness, but they waited, watching dogs and people in Tompkins Square Park.

Later, walking around Brooklyn, Chris asked, 'Do you thing anyone's ever used the tag "Shitty"? I know it's six letters and most taggers go for four or five. Maybe because it's six it's less likely to have been used.'

'So you're giving up on "Vidal Sassoon" then?'

And later still, after McCarren Park and beers on Evy's rooftop (with an amazing view), back to my old neighborhood, the Crater, on the border between Bushwick and East Williamsburg, for Adam's first barbecue of the summer for more beer and veggie burgers and kids I hadn't seen in forever.

Around ten o'clock I started worrying about the ride home. Gone are the days of last summer where I could get drunk and stumble home, literally just around the corner, at whatever hour of the night it happened to be. I mean, I like my new apartment and all, but I found myself wishing that I was dating someone who lived in Brooklyn so that tonight I wouldn't have to make the trek.

I ended up leaving just after midnight and getting home close to two. Perfectly respectable, maybe even a little early, for a Saturday night. But not a bad full day.