magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Met up with Chris and Christian at an art opening in Williamsburg. Then a few drinks. 'How about the Greenpoint Tavern?' Christian posed enthusiastically.

'Bean hates that place,' Chris replied.

'I can get a beer in a glass bottle,' I said. 'Mainly I just hate the big styrofoam cups.' Turns out that they don't actually have beer in bottles, but you can get a regular pint glass of beer instead of the 24oz cups. And it was still early so there was a booth available, and it turned out fine.

Chris was planning on just heading home, to 'finish a project' (tomorrow is Aimee's birthday party), but we convinced him to grab something to eat at the new pan-Asian vegan place down the street, and then to head out to the middle of nowhere, to Rubulad, a big warehouse party that has been held semi-regularly for, from what I can tell, more than a decade.

I had never been. Chris had gone once before, I think back in June when I was out of town, and complained about it being hot and crowded and not all that much fun. We got there early and it was still pretty empty, but it never, up until at least the time I left, got to the impossible to move level of crowdedness. And I think that I would have really enjoyed myself had I not been carrying around what seems like a couple of bricks in my bag, and had I not been worried about getting home early enough to get up early enough tomorrow morning to pack and otherwise get everything in place for spending the next four or five days out of town.