The day that would not die
Today I woke up a little earlier than yesterday and tried to accomplish a lot on Christina's computer in the morning. I think I did, though I can't really remember what it was I accomplished. Then, with no time left to shower, I headed out onto the street to find my way to Brooklyn.
I jumped on the first train I found and ended up at my destination, Prospect Park, an hour and a half later. I got lost a couple times but luckily didn't have any sort of hesitation or shame about pulling out my subway map in public. Once I got stranded at a station without any transfer opportunities and had to make my way overground, through SOHO, to another station, backtracking a bit. I got to see SOHO, though, and all the trendy shops it's lined up in tedious rows on its streets. Lafayette was the street I walked up, I think. From that transfer station I was able to make it a bit closer to my destination, though before I got there I would take a wrong turn into an underground cul-de-sac and have to head back the way I came one stop. It's gonna take me a while to understand the subway maps.
Finally I arrived in Brooklyn and watched the towers of Manhattan recede behind the rise my train was climbing. I saw the tealish gleam of the Statue of Liberty in the distance. I popped out into sunlight at 9th and 7th in Park Slope, Brooklyn. Had some pizza for the second day in a row, though this time I was charged correctly rather than undercharged like the day before, when a slice and a bottle of Gatorade cost $1.50 together! I read the Park Slope Courier but couldn't figure out who wrote the damn thing because I couldn't find the masthead.
I walked up to Prospect Park, admiring the crumbling rowhouses along the way, and not seeing any "For Rent" signs anywhere. The stroll through the park was very nice and felt secluded, unlike Central Park. Eventually I emerged in Prospect Heights, a slightly rougher neighborhood on the north end of the park, and decided I probably don't want to live there. Found a subway station and made my way, slightly more successfully, back to Manhattan, where I did some supplies shopping at Whole Foods and checked out the kids outside the Fashion Institute of Technology (FIT) in Chelsea.
Rest of the day kind of flew by: back to the apartment to shower, then subway to Christina's office to pick her up and go for a stroll in Central Park, then walk to Chanpen Thai Restaurant for dinner with J. Now we're back in the apartment, it's time for bed, and I have an interview tomorrow morning! Woo-hoo!
I jumped on the first train I found and ended up at my destination, Prospect Park, an hour and a half later. I got lost a couple times but luckily didn't have any sort of hesitation or shame about pulling out my subway map in public. Once I got stranded at a station without any transfer opportunities and had to make my way overground, through SOHO, to another station, backtracking a bit. I got to see SOHO, though, and all the trendy shops it's lined up in tedious rows on its streets. Lafayette was the street I walked up, I think. From that transfer station I was able to make it a bit closer to my destination, though before I got there I would take a wrong turn into an underground cul-de-sac and have to head back the way I came one stop. It's gonna take me a while to understand the subway maps.
Finally I arrived in Brooklyn and watched the towers of Manhattan recede behind the rise my train was climbing. I saw the tealish gleam of the Statue of Liberty in the distance. I popped out into sunlight at 9th and 7th in Park Slope, Brooklyn. Had some pizza for the second day in a row, though this time I was charged correctly rather than undercharged like the day before, when a slice and a bottle of Gatorade cost $1.50 together! I read the Park Slope Courier but couldn't figure out who wrote the damn thing because I couldn't find the masthead.
I walked up to Prospect Park, admiring the crumbling rowhouses along the way, and not seeing any "For Rent" signs anywhere. The stroll through the park was very nice and felt secluded, unlike Central Park. Eventually I emerged in Prospect Heights, a slightly rougher neighborhood on the north end of the park, and decided I probably don't want to live there. Found a subway station and made my way, slightly more successfully, back to Manhattan, where I did some supplies shopping at Whole Foods and checked out the kids outside the Fashion Institute of Technology (FIT) in Chelsea.
Rest of the day kind of flew by: back to the apartment to shower, then subway to Christina's office to pick her up and go for a stroll in Central Park, then walk to Chanpen Thai Restaurant for dinner with J. Now we're back in the apartment, it's time for bed, and I have an interview tomorrow morning! Woo-hoo!
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