magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

The temperature today was supposed to be in the lower mid-60s. When I checked the weather this afternoon, after seeing someone walking around outside in a tank-top, it was apparently 75°. I had hardly made it out of my house this week, and so while I still have a lot of work to get done before Monday, I couldn't spend any more time inside once I discovered how nice it really was outside.

Took the A downtown. Walked around for a bit. Eventually popped my head into Digital Society and ended up going for dinner with Dan and Marie. Walked around quite a bit more. And about midnight met up with Chris for a drink.

Midnight on Friday, most New York bars are crowded, noisy, and not really all that much fun. After poking our heads into a few places I noticed we were a couple of blocks from Bleeker Street Bar, where Leah had her secret agent-themed birthday party last year, and which was big enough so to probably not be too crowded.

'So do you feel more comfortable around this sort of crowd?' Chris asked. Generally the crowd seemed a little older (like me) and professional (like me), they might have been called yuppies in the '80s, but there weren't too many actual suits.

'As compared with where?' I asked back.

'I don't know. Say, Max Fish?' Younger (like Chris) and artsier (like Chris), a hipster bar.

I'm not saying that I'm a yuppie or that Chris is a hipster. I'm not using either as a derogatory term, although they do both carry some of that baggage. Certainly I've got some aspects of each of them. 'I think I'd feel about equally uncomfortable in either crowd. I'm not really sure what my ideal bar crowd would be.'

'Mine is 17 year old punks,' Chris says.