and the public don't dwell on my transmission

I must go to sleep immediately; tomorrow is going to come all too soon. But I had another wonderful day in New York, which is again making me want to move here when I forget the fact that it's a louder, bigger, more claustrophobia-inducing version of the city of sin I already hate/love to live in. What is wrong with me and my inability to love a single thing and love it well? Sorry, future children!

sssanyway. I spent the day at the office, sitting in meetings and not getting any work done. I left the office around 5:15 and took the subway over to the east side of town, where I met up with Claudia (aka The Claude), who was lovely enough to come into NYC for the evening to hang out again. We went to Mermaid Inn and had their oyster happy hour, which has now officially become the thing I must do every time I come to New York - between us, we had 32 oysters, six glasses of wine, a beet salad, and some french fries, which was exactly the kind of supper I was born to eat. Granted, no steak, but I can survive the lack of steak once in awhile, and if you replace one letter in beet, it's almost beef, right?

After catching up on life and drinking just enough wine to be v. happy, we walked over to a book event that was sponsored by some people at this conference I'm going to tomorrow. That wasn't enough to get me out, since I have a job that pays well (unlike most publishing jobs) and so won't walk twenty minutes for bad alcohol in a noisy setting (ok, I will, but Adit or Chandlord have to be involved to get me there). But my friend Sarah was speaking for a few minutes at this party, so we agreed to meet up there. We ended up sticking around there later than I think any of us planned to, but afterward Claude, Sarah and I grabbed a late (second for me and Claude) dinner nearby, where Claude and I each had another drink and split some burrata and some ice cream/sorbet. Yum. It was also good to see Sarah in some venue that wasn't a conference (even if there is a conference tomorrow), and it was nice to hang out on the outdoor patio and take in New York.

But all good things must end, so Sarah went back to Brooklyn and I accompanied Claudia to Grand Central, where I waited with her until her train was ready to leave. Then I came back to my hotel, didn't drink as much water as I should have, and am now going to go to bed and wait for my hangover to arrive. Goodnight!