Good evening! Good morning! Aw, hell, what's in a time of day anyway?
I've yet to go to sleep. Well, that's not completely true. I napped between the hours of 11:30PM and 1:20AM. This between my double feature of New York Mets Baseball at 7:10PM and Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (in IMAX!!) at 3:20AM.
The internship is going pretty well. Manhattan living is, of course, going along famously. Sadly there hasn't been much to write about, but I'm not exactly tired. I just wanted to make an appearance. Cowabunga, dudes.
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Sunday, July 15, 2007
Monday, May 28, 2007
Two Months on the Upper West Side
At about 9:30 this evening, I finished my frozen chicken pot pie from D'Agostino and was sitting on my couch watching some Jazz/Spurs action. Then the thought struck me: Why am I watching a game that not even members of the Jazz or Spurs care about, especially on this pristine Manhattan night?
Two minutes later I was strolling down Columbus. I figured I'd walk until I was either bored or tired and then start to head back. By about 50th Street (I live on 60th) I was wondering if I'd run into someone I know. Coming to the corner of 47th Street, my self-absorbed thinking was interrupted (and reinforced?) by the yell of "Mike!" I turned around to see my semi-buzzed Kansas friend Bailey running towards me. She was in a wine bar with a friend. She insisted I come inside for a little while, to which I obliged, and I tasted a few sips of various vinos. She and her friend came down with a car they were borrowing in order to move Bailey into my building. Long story short, I ended up driving the friend back to her place on 82nd and Amsterdam, and took Bailey back to good ole' McMahon Hall. Thus an uneventful night can be converted in a New York minute.
I know I'll enjoy living here this summer. I'll enjoy it more in a few weeks when I start collecting a regular paycheck. If you ever find yourself on 60th between Amsterdam and Columbus give me a yell.
Two minutes later I was strolling down Columbus. I figured I'd walk until I was either bored or tired and then start to head back. By about 50th Street (I live on 60th) I was wondering if I'd run into someone I know. Coming to the corner of 47th Street, my self-absorbed thinking was interrupted (and reinforced?) by the yell of "Mike!" I turned around to see my semi-buzzed Kansas friend Bailey running towards me. She was in a wine bar with a friend. She insisted I come inside for a little while, to which I obliged, and I tasted a few sips of various vinos. She and her friend came down with a car they were borrowing in order to move Bailey into my building. Long story short, I ended up driving the friend back to her place on 82nd and Amsterdam, and took Bailey back to good ole' McMahon Hall. Thus an uneventful night can be converted in a New York minute.
I know I'll enjoy living here this summer. I'll enjoy it more in a few weeks when I start collecting a regular paycheck. If you ever find yourself on 60th between Amsterdam and Columbus give me a yell.
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