Well, I know I'm posting this one a little later in the day then I had promised, but I didn't get to sleep until, mmmmmm, very late last night. But you'll hear all about it in a second. Everything seemed to align for yesterday to be the day of lunches and dinners and parties, and so I spent most of it out of the house. I left Astoria around twelve thirty to make sure I got into the city with enough time to walk to the restaurant where we were meeting our director from Miss Saigon, Melanie Lockyer. It was sunny and the air was a cool seventy something so I saw no need for a jacket, just me in a short sleeved shirt and holes in my pants. Now it's only a twenty minute commute (on a good day) from my stop to Manhattan, BUT it seems that distance is just enough to have a completely different weather forecast. I got up from the subway to a chilly, overcast city with the potential to start raining at any moment. And wouldn't you know it, it did...hard. So I ran four blocks to a Duane Reade and bought an eleven dollar umbrella. I'd learned my lesson about purchasing the three dollar ones from off the street. So I go back out to continue my venture to the restaurant and it just happened to decide it was done raining. My brand new, never been opened umbrella and I made our way to 49th street to a restaurant called "Pam Real Thai" (I didn't forget an apostrophe, it just doesn't exist) and had some delicious Thai food with Melanie, Melissa, Tyler Foy, and Aaron. The whole time we were in there (about an hour or more) it was pouring down rain outside and I was clutching my new, slightly over priced umbrella in anticipation (which, coincidentally, I almost left at the restaurant. Oops). But, alas, by the time we'd paid the check and parted ways it had, again, stopped raining. Julie Willems Van Dijk was in New Jersey for work and had invited us to dinner that evening. So instead of taking the train all the way back to Astoria, we saved ourselves a couple trips and killed time in Harold Square. Mom, they have a three story Barnes and Noble there, with escalators even. I mean this thing is epic. But it's a sad past time looking at books you know you're too poor to buy. So, seeing no reason to stay, I took the leftover Pad Thai that Melissa had given me and decided to wander around the little market in the square. Aaron had told me they probably had forks at the Cafe in Barnes and Noble, but of course I was smarter than that and figured I'd just eat it with my fingers....it was noodles and chicken in a red, oily sauce. Half-way through my meal I realized the fork was a necessity but by that time I already had sauce all over my face and noodles stuck to my fingers, walking through a crowded square of staring passersby; it was awkward. I finished my embarrassing meal and with only an hour left to go, we headed to Blockheads, the Mexican restaurant where we were meeting Mrs. Willems Van Djik (who I will now refer to as Julie since her last name takes a little too long to type out every time). I ordered a Mexican Bull dog margarita, which is a margarita with an extra shot of tequila and a corona turned upside down inside of it.
That's how I STARTED my meal, it was very hard to top. Anyway we had a wonderful time with Julie. It was Hartleigh, Melissa, Aaron, Tyler, Julie, and me and we all shared stories about school and Carolyn, just reminiscing for an hour or so. After then it was off to Morgan's birthday bash at The Overlook. It's the official OU bar of New York so we were surrounded by alumnus cheering on the eventually losing team of the evening. More drinks, more friends and then it was off to meet up with a group of guys from Wichita before hitting another bar. All and all it was a very busy day/night, but it was filled with wonderful people who I don't get to
see too often, good food, and a couple of pigeons. I love you guys, sorry these are so long. I'll understand if you don't read the whole thing, if you just give it the magazine treatment and glance at the pictures. Till Tomorrow
TV series: Same + Veronica Mars s3
Text Twist score: a whopping zero. I was at 147,000 and thought I'd just reach one fifty before I went to sleep. How sad and mistaken I was.
