magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Into work again today. The exit that I usually use from the north end A/C/E station at 34th is not open on the weekends, and so this morning I walked through Penn Station on the south end instead. And stopped to pick up some bagels at a little bake shop where I found a bread very similar to the rosemary pizza bianca that almost every cafe in Italy had under the counter, and which I ate for breakfast almost every morning with an espresso. I had been looking for something similar in the vicinity of my office for a while.

I did about two days worth of work in five hours, and then headed home. Sitting on my roof with a bottle of beer, Chris called. It was noisy in the background. 'If you want to come out to Astoria, there's sushi. Some of the veggie stuff has egg, but there's others that you can eat.'

'I wish you had called before I left midtown. It will take me at least an hour to get there. Will there still be any food in an hour?'

'I thought someone had called to invite you. I'll make sure that we save some food.'

Walking to the subway, on the subway, walking from the subway in Queens towards Julia's house, I kept telling myself: Be friendly. Be pleasant, glad to see them. Save the nasty things to say later on your website. That's what the internet is for. Yes, sushi is kind of your thing, and you're hurt that no one thought to invite you until they were already eating and drinking, and you won't get there until everyone else is done, but just put on a happy face. Enjoy yourself, enjoy the company. Get a little drunk, be glad to be hanging out with people at all. And I wasn't entirely successful with all that. But, you know, I'm trying to be a less difficult person.