'Down by the riverside/ it's bound to be a better ride/ than what you've got planned'

No it wasn't! Not at all!

I got off work today and window-shopped a little on the way to the subway but my main goal was Chinatown, home of cheap purses and sunglasses and scarves and things. And food.

I got on the subway at my usual place and was supposed to be going in the usual direction... but I wasn't. I guess I wasn't paying attention, because I took a long, slow trip to Queens and had to manoeuvre my way around aboveground to find a train in the other direction. I changed lines at Times Square and inadvertently got on an express rather than local train, so I overshot Canal Street by two stops and had to change lines to backtrack. All in all, it was a frustrating experience and added to the feelings of annoyance and exhaustion that I was already afflicted with to create an atmosphere where I almost burst into tears in the middle of the subway and ran home to bed.

But I was already in Chinatown and dinner was nearby, so I pushed on. Unfortunately, in my lonely state I found it hard to shop for purses so that dream was abandoned. Olga called me and it turns out I was just across the street from the rest of the group. We met up and walked to a Vietnamese restaurant and got a table for 8. I mean 10. I mean, you'd better make that 12. I think it's going to have to be at least 14. Everyone was calling their friends and getting more confirmations as we requested a table. I'm not sure how many people we ended up having, but it was a long table with staggered ordering times. I had chicken noodle soup, which is my favorite standby in an unfamiliar Vietnamese restaurant.

After dinner, I figured I could either push myself harder and go out drinking and possibly karaoke-ing or I could go home. After my near-sobbing spell earlier, I figured the latter was safest, so I went back with Mr B****** and Jonathan. All of the little hole-in-the-wall purse shops were closed by then, so there shall be no cheap goods for Sarahs, alas. We got back and Mr B****** and I watched TV in our pyjamas. We were in pyjamas, not the TV. Then... bed! Ah, sweet sleep.

srah - Thursday, 3 March 2005 - 11:59 PM
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gravatar Not Your MOM - March 4, 2005 - 2:25 PM -

Whoo Hoo! Mr.B****** is going to be in big trouble with his mom once she finds out he was watching TV in his pjs with a Girl! :-)

gravatar srah - March 6, 2005 - 2:46 PM -

Uh oh!

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