Another groggy morning. Yesterday, Alison and I made the journey to Queen's to see the P.S.1 MoMA. They had this exhibit on Mexico City. Unfortunately, most of that stuff had been packed away or had moved somewhere else.

Then, rain.

And more rain.

And Deluge.

Went to a random diner/Chinese resturant in Chelsea.

Had dinner with Stewart and Elizabeth in Park Slope. Drinks at BlahBlah.

The recruiting drive seems to be in full swing. I must have made a good impression.

Reservations about New York:

1. crowded
   
2. loud
   
3. inconvenient to get around
   

Likes about New York:

1. people seem genuine
   
2. lots of interesting stuff going on
   
3. in the middle of everything
   

Still, I feel that New York can chew you up and spit you out with no remorse. The city isn't as crappy as when I visited ten years ago. Gone are the urine smells and overall decay.

My head is starting to hurt. I may need to get one of those gel masks to keep the bags under my eyes from growing larger. Last night, Alison and I had the naive hope of coming home by 2am. But Nicolle and her beau Bryan would not have that. No. You must have another drink. Just one more beer. Let's have a smoke. Come on, let's go to the diner, pizzeria, gyro stand. What?! Your going home?! It's only 3am. You could just spend $30 to take a cab back to Brooklyn.

We take the subway. Get home at 4am. 4:15 actually One the walk home from the subway, Alison notices this guy who is pleasuring himself on the street. All I noticed was that he didn't have any shoes on. Perhaps, the event was to traumatizing to remember what happened exactly. I just remember no socks.

Today, headed for this gallery/museum called P.S.1 in Queens. Exchange the wrong sized trainers that I got yesterday (no sales tax on clothing items under $100 in New York State...). I'm going to hang out with Nicolle tonight. I think we're going to some bars in Chelsea. I don't know if my body or finances can handle it. Then, tomorrow I'm going to check out Columbia and head home.

Peace out.