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Today the other Sarah and I left the hotel in the early afternoon for bagels on the upper west side, then hanging out in central park with a family friend of mine. We fled into the castle when it rained, then parted ways and Sarah and I went to the Met. A cute security guard told us about bars with supposed laides of a comparable age to ours. There was a failed attempt at stationary purchasing and then dinner at Katz's Deli, which is the site of the orgasm scene in When Harry Met Sally. I had a pastrami (lean) on rye with swiss and mustard. It kicked my ass, and left things in my teeth that I was seriously getting out for half an hour. Then we headed to Brooklyn for a showing of a documentary on the Robert Taylor Homes in Chicago, being shown at the collective where my college friend is the executive director. I made some serious employment connections, and I'm hoping an opportunity to move to NYC in the fall (or sooner?) will come out of this.
Afterwards, it was off to the Metropolitain with the other Sarah and said friend. Beer was drunk and the chicago housing projects and ramifications of this study were discussed, then my friend had to go to bed. Sarah and I decided to investigate the Starlight lounge as the Metropolitain was fairly boy-heavy for our interests. This was the less fun portion of the evening. We had very tasty dirty vodka martinis (mmmm!), but rather small and very pricey ($9 a pop). Also, the categorization that comes to mind for this scene is: L Word. A girl asked me to dance while Sarah was getting us water, so I went. There's no dance floor, so we were sort of in the way, plus I felt awkward. I'm not a snob, I enjoy dancing, but really, if someone asks you randomly to dance at a club, I feel like it's not just that. I was really not feeling it, and convinced Sarah to say she didn't feel well and give us an out. It was not our scene, this just made our exit all the more speedy. I owe her big time. Maybe I'll stop harassing her about snoring.
We got back around three and it feels like such an early night. We're eating crappy snack food and lounging. Possibly the best idea we've had today. Tomorrpw I have a date with Kandinsky at the MOMA.
Afterwards, it was off to the Metropolitain with the other Sarah and said friend. Beer was drunk and the chicago housing projects and ramifications of this study were discussed, then my friend had to go to bed. Sarah and I decided to investigate the Starlight lounge as the Metropolitain was fairly boy-heavy for our interests. This was the less fun portion of the evening. We had very tasty dirty vodka martinis (mmmm!), but rather small and very pricey ($9 a pop). Also, the categorization that comes to mind for this scene is: L Word. A girl asked me to dance while Sarah was getting us water, so I went. There's no dance floor, so we were sort of in the way, plus I felt awkward. I'm not a snob, I enjoy dancing, but really, if someone asks you randomly to dance at a club, I feel like it's not just that. I was really not feeling it, and convinced Sarah to say she didn't feel well and give us an out. It was not our scene, this just made our exit all the more speedy. I owe her big time. Maybe I'll stop harassing her about snoring.
We got back around three and it feels like such an early night. We're eating crappy snack food and lounging. Possibly the best idea we've had today. Tomorrpw I have a date with Kandinsky at the MOMA.