So. About standing on that sidewalk, watching Gary get into that taxi to go home while I stay here, all by myself, for an indefinite amount of time:
Ouch.
But that’s part of the experience, I suppose. But, you know – ouch.
At least there’s Skype. :)
I go to Queens on Tuesday to meet with my internship peeps. So excited to meet them in person and find out que cosas interesantes I’ll be working on. I look forward to having things to do to take my mind off of being by myself out here. I knew it would be a bit lonely in the pub last night, and I thought I’d prepared myself for that, but it kind of felt worse than I’d imagined. The bartender was very helpful and I tipped him well for his awareness of my social predicament. I promised to be back, but I’m not sure I’ll go during peak hours. A Guinness black & tan turns out to be quite lovely on a muggy Manhattan afternoon. This from the girl who always says “I don’t like beer.” Who knew?
But how excited am I now that my old friend Laura, who I met years ago under precarious NAU work-slash-Monte Vista Lounge-vampire-crowd circumstances in Flagstaff, now in Rhode Island, is coming out to the City for a weekend! I haven’t seen her in over a decade. It will be fantastic, as we share the same quirky interests in old historical matters and funky bohemian artsy-fartsy. I’m talking the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory, a ‘Gangs of New York and the Bloody Five Points’ walking tour, a walk on the High Line, countless old Irish pubs, et al. It will be a weekend filled with laughs, plenty of Guinness, and history – both of New York and our friendship. Looking forward to getting to know her all over again.
