Picking up from the starbucks I was at 5 hours ago...
Dinner with Edlyn was cool. Good catching up with her and the such. She was a poli sci/classics major at Wellesley and is now doing investment banking to spite an ex who said she could never do it. Excellent. Haha but yea she isn't feeling the industry too much and it seems she's on call all day errday so I can see why. We were at this Italian place with fancy panini's. I got the goat cheese one which might have been a mistake since my love for goat cheese, despite my initial excitement is usually sated after a few bites and after that the pungency is a bit too real. Anyways good catching up talking about the good ol days. On an amusing note despite my lack of career ambitions in high school, which in the SMHS honors track was tantamount to heresy, Edlyn and her mother still thought I'd make something of myself so there's a nice vote of confidence.
Afterwards I was just going to go to Karri's but I figured I out to try the famous chicken and rice cart on 53rd and 6th and continue my travels. After getting reasonably lost I eventually found it and the line was at least 60ft long so either it must be good or we got 60ft of suckers here. And I ain't no sucka!!! I got in line and started chatting with the two dudes in front of me. They were two black guys from North Jersey named Steve and Amir and we talked for like an hour straight. They drove all the way from jersey just for this cart so I was pretty excited. Steve was still a student and Amir was a history teacher. Amir, who was Muslim, told me that there were actually a lot of Muslims in Jersey and that the jersey shore show was def a misrepresentation. I knew that had to be true but it's always good to hear confirmation. Among other topics were Amir, recently divorced, told me to get married since we were commiserating about coming home from work and still having to prepare food. We talked about the R Kelly tape, I told them the Marcy peeing story and we discussed other matters lavatorial. Steve who used to do maintenance somewhere had some pretty bad horror stories of how bad public restrooms get. It's pretty amazing how many interesting people I've met completely randomly in NYC so far. I feel damn near Mr Jensen status just talking to random people. I think what I've gotten better at is understanding what i want people to know and not know about me and not tell stories that might make other people uncomfortable.
The food was fucking amazing. Chicken, lamb, rice, and yogurt sauce were worth the hour long wait and subsequent being cold eating. If you're in NYC go there. Bundle up as much as you have to it'll be worth it. I bought a plate for Karri and headed back. On the train back I randomly ran into Thuy and co who I had just gotten off the phone with. It's midnight and they might go back out. Now that I've sat down I think I'm done for the night. Still of all the trains in NYC running into people you know still shows how small of a world it is. Sort of like seeing Yoko. Madness.
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