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'Home, where my thought's escaping/ Home, where my music's playing'
We had another jam-packed day at work today. I got some work in until about lunchtime, then I expected to have some more time to look into Access queries and doing a writeup about them. Alas, it was not to be. My report had to leave off at "How to add a new field," which I hope will be valuable. My project never had a really clear definition, which was frustrating at times but rather liberating because I didn't have a set goal. So I just worked and got done what I got done. This is great for a second-year student, I think. We're just looking for some fun and something to do, whereas first-years have to be ambitious and on the lookout for internships. Poor dears.
I had lunch in the cafeteria with Ayca, Jing and Rasika. A colleague of Rasika's from the department downstairs happened to sit with us. He is a French college student doing a seven-month internship. I impressed him with my knowledge of French geography then couldn't think of anything else to say. Yeah, that's all I got. That is the extent of my conversation skills.
After lunch I mailed postcards, went back to work briefly, didn't get much else done and then we went on our tour of *Unidentified International Organization* with the other girls. Lots of photos were taken and I learned a lot about the organization that I wished I'd known earlier in the week.
We got back just in time for me to print out a copy of my writeup for my supervisor before going to the little reception the library held for their SI-interns. It was cool to chat with some of my fellow interns and with the library staff, who I had only talked to on a professional level previously.
I met one of the library's higher-ups, who is French, and impressed her with my knowledge of French geography. Actually, she impressed me right back by actually knowing the village where I worked this summer - it seems that her niece attended one of the summer music programs in the abbey. Hmmm, as long as she doesn't play the harp...
I had been planning all week to meet up with an old work colleague who's now living in New York. We finally got these plans set for drinks after work on Friday. Throughout our email correspondence, she'd given me her phone number and I thought I had put it into my phone the first time she did so.
Unfortunately, I found myself standing outside the bar on Friday afternoon without her phone number and with no way to get back into *Unidentified International Organization* to retrieve it from my email. I called everyone I could think of who might be near a computer and who could log into my email for me... unfortunately they were unavailable or un-near computers. Thankfully, when I took a second wander through the bar, I spotted her and all was well. I had just made plans to eat dinner with Mr B****** so I only stayed for one drink and a little chatting and then let Chelsea get back to her night out with her friends.
It was, however, a rather strong Rum and Coke, so I believe I grinned a lot as I walked the twelve blocks to the famous H&M that had attracted all sorts of SI types. I met Mr B****** and MaTT and Rachel there and chattered at them tipsily and then we all went to dinner at Big Nick's. I had the Madrid Burger, made with tapenade mixed into the burger and olives, feta and sundried tomatoes on top.
I'd made plans to have White Russians with Nnnick again so I called him up when we were finished with dinner. He was already with a big group of people, so we set out as a horde to go find somewhere to spend our last evening in New York City.
There was a mysterious building not far from our accomodations that seemed to have green flames coming out of it and no name on the front. This probably should have been our first clue that it was not the kind of place we wanted to be. On the inside, it was très très chic and rather snooty, as well as having really loud music. Some of our party sat down, only to be told that (despite an empty beer bottle and martini glass on a neighboring table) the bar did not serve beer or martinis but only liquor by the bottle. The $100 bottle.
We ran away and found a bar and grill that was much more our style and price range and actually had room to seat us all. Nnnick and I got our White Russians, our waitress had friends who are archivists, we could hear each other talk and they played music that we recognized - it was a much more comfortable environment, I think.
We got to bed at a pretty respectable hour, which was pretty disappointing because I'd been expecting to drive on extremely limited sleep again!
srah - Friday, 4 March 2005 - 11:59 PM
Tags: alternative spring break, alternative spring break 2005, new york city, united nations
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White Russians, yay!