magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Written on the train home between 103rd and 207th, drunk and a little stoned:

It seems like Tuesday is turning into a regular night out. What happened to no drinking after work without dinner? (I did end up eating most of a pizza without cheese.) What happened to not smoking when I've been drinking?

I did catch an A moments after stepping on to the platform at West 4th, and did basically sleep from 50th to 103rd.

A birthday party for a former PDG employee. A handful of people currently and formerly from the office. Drinks and then to Chris.S's house for the aforementioned pizza and such. (I can't really bring myself to say bong hits, it just sounds so wrong.) And after two weeks ago, I did my best not to fall asleep so deeply on the train so as to miss the end of the line and wake up as it was headed back downtown.