Chinatown doesn't have bagels.
We had made halfassed plans to meet some of our friends in Little Italy for dinner, but since WE were right there and bagelless, WE figured WE could find a different place to eat that night and went for Italian. As hungry as I was, it was a battle of wills between me and my capellini the whole meal.
MICKEY had plans to spend the day at the "Yankee Stadium of Nerding", and my little Country Mouse got in a cab by himself and went for it. I was really proud of him for that; I don't think I'd have the courage to
I wrote all that on Tuesday or Wednesday. Remember all that complaining I used to do about my old job and all I did was sit around on LJ? Yeah. It's now 9 days after New Years and doesn't seem appropriate to keep recapping, plus I'm sure most of you don't care anymore. So let me try (as hard as I may) to give the short version:
Mick went to go nerding and Gamer, Jenn and I went down for a nap. I seemed to have won the battle over my lunch, but wasn't sure if I had secured victory for the war. In addition, the aftereffects of a night of mixing depressants with stimulants left me with this quirky sensation where I thought I could feel my blood moving around my hands.
Jenn and I woke up at 4:00, after a few hours of sleep during which I was having dreams where people were breaking into the room. Turns out it was just the maid bringing us new towels. We got ready and went up to check out the Nerd Store and see how Mickey was doing. He was knee deep in geek and having a great time, so we went for a stroll and told him to call when he was ready.
The plans for a dinner meetup were still as damply concrete as they were six hours ago, so we stopped at a diner for a snack. When eating at diners, Gamer and I play a game. There are no rules, there is no scoring, but we know who wins. After looking over the menu for a few minutes, he glares and me and grunts, "whatcha got?"
"Okay", I say, readying my hands to accentuate my points, "cup of cream of carrot soup. Fried egger on white toast with a touch of butter. Coffee."
Gamer sighs knowingly, smiles, and leans back in the booth. "Bowl of split pea soup. Cheese fries. Chocolate milkshake."
Clearly, he won. And what's more, when the waitress came to deliver the food, she presented him with a "Bowl of Pee".
Okay so it's getting long again. I'm in it for good now. Stay tuned for the last installment.