Greetings from Times Square. I’m sitting in a Internet cafe on 42 Street. I know I’ve been away, but I doubt it matters since there’s probably no one checking this page anyway.
I’m damned exhausted. These “vacations,” where I hit a city and try to pack in as much as possible in the time I have–I don’t know why I do this. My next vacation will be much more relaxing. I think tomorrow will be a day off. I’d like to find a little cafe somewhere, read and maybe write a little also. I might be lunching with my friend Elizabeth, which would be nice. Otherwise, I’m having dinner and seeing Twelfth Night (at Shakespeare on the Park) with Christine and Tim tomorrow. I’m looking forward to that.
This is probably the most social vacation I’ve ever had–at least the most social I’ve had when travelling alone. Monday night, I saw the aforementioned Elizabeth playing Irish music in a groovin’ pub in Greenwich Village. Our friend Kira joined us–I had a chance to really talk to each of them individually, and I enjoyed that.
Today, after an interview with a recruiter, I met my friend Anne R. for lunch. We ate at a Chinese place around the corner from where she works. She didn’t know me, immediately, because I was wearing a suit, which she wasn’t expecting. That was funny.
Ah, but it’s not all fun-and-games with the estrogen set, friends, although I’d be happy if it were. Friday, I’m meeting a group of people for drinks, and then we’re going out to boogie all night. As of Friday, I leave the hostel and bunk at Todd’s place Saturday and Sunday night. Sometime on Saturday, I still hope to squeeze in a viewing of Metropolis.
New York is a kickin’ place. I fell head over heels for, and was also very overwhelmed by, The Strand, billed as the largest used book store in the world. I can believe it, easily.
I could go on–the coffee shop I sipped at in the Village, the cute galleries I saw today in Chelsea, seeing the Chrysler Building and Grand Central Terminal for the first time. But I won’t.
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