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Thursday night
After mumbling about such things for a few weeks, I got down to Rose's Turn to hang out with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
roadnotes and baldanders last night. My sweet cattitude helpfully encouraged me, in an afternoon when I was feeling quite a bit of inertia.
I stopped beforehand for dinner--pasta at a neighborhood sort of place called Trattoria Spaghetto. A slightly odd experience: I ordered and ate my meal, then went to the bathroom. As I was walking away from my table, a busboy asked if I was done, and I said yes. When I got back, he had not only cleared my plate away, he'd set the table for the next customers. I went to find a waiter, and he was apologetic and asked if I wanted coffee or dessert. No, but I think I'm supposed to pay for my dinner. Oh, yes, he can print the bill. They did that, and I counted out enough for the bill plus a reasonable tip, and handed it to a different waiter: the sides of the restaurant were all open to the evening breeze, so I didn't want to leave the money just lying on the table. It wasn't until I was out on Bleecker Street that I thought about the fact that they'd almost certainly charged me for a slightly cheaper dinner. I didn't even consider going back and trying to sort it out.
Rose's Turn was fun: I talked about this and that (mostly Homer, I think) with roadnotes and baldanders, before things got crowded and noisy.reive and then coyotegoth showed up a bit later. coyotegoth surprised me by recognizing me by face; we hadn't met before. We sang along with various pop stuff, and the little bit of Broadway they did--it is a West Village piano bar--and talked about the plastic flag bunting the place is currently decorated in. Somewhere in there, I decided it would be a good idea to order a Cuba libre instead of sticking to ginger ale: as I half-realized at the time, expecting the Coke to balance the rum is pharmacologically dubious. It didn't help that the bartender mixed it very strong: I sipped it slowly, didn't finish it before I left, and still think I had more than my usual limit for alcohol.
I got home around 12:30, on the 1 train, which is now back to its normal route. They've updated the posters about riding in the first five cars if you're going to South Ferry [1]: what I think is Korean has been added to the language mix (with English, Spanish, French, Italian, German, and Chinese), there's a cute new graphic, and the MTA's new URL is on the bottom [2].
[1] I understand that they were in a hurry to get things back to normal, and I sympathize, but they've probably blown the only real chance to rebuild that station so it can take a full-length train.
[2] They seem to be the only people in the world to be using the .info domain.
roadnotes and baldanders last night. My sweet cattitude helpfully encouraged me, in an afternoon when I was feeling quite a bit of inertia.I stopped beforehand for dinner--pasta at a neighborhood sort of place called Trattoria Spaghetto. A slightly odd experience: I ordered and ate my meal, then went to the bathroom. As I was walking away from my table, a busboy asked if I was done, and I said yes. When I got back, he had not only cleared my plate away, he'd set the table for the next customers. I went to find a waiter, and he was apologetic and asked if I wanted coffee or dessert. No, but I think I'm supposed to pay for my dinner. Oh, yes, he can print the bill. They did that, and I counted out enough for the bill plus a reasonable tip, and handed it to a different waiter: the sides of the restaurant were all open to the evening breeze, so I didn't want to leave the money just lying on the table. It wasn't until I was out on Bleecker Street that I thought about the fact that they'd almost certainly charged me for a slightly cheaper dinner. I didn't even consider going back and trying to sort it out.
Rose's Turn was fun: I talked about this and that (mostly Homer, I think) with roadnotes and baldanders, before things got crowded and noisy.
reive and then coyotegoth showed up a bit later. coyotegoth surprised me by recognizing me by face; we hadn't met before. We sang along with various pop stuff, and the little bit of Broadway they did--it is a West Village piano bar--and talked about the plastic flag bunting the place is currently decorated in. Somewhere in there, I decided it would be a good idea to order a Cuba libre instead of sticking to ginger ale: as I half-realized at the time, expecting the Coke to balance the rum is pharmacologically dubious. It didn't help that the bartender mixed it very strong: I sipped it slowly, didn't finish it before I left, and still think I had more than my usual limit for alcohol.I got home around 12:30, on the 1 train, which is now back to its normal route. They've updated the posters about riding in the first five cars if you're going to South Ferry [1]: what I think is Korean has been added to the language mix (with English, Spanish, French, Italian, German, and Chinese), there's a cute new graphic, and the MTA's new URL is on the bottom [2].
[1] I understand that they were in a hurry to get things back to normal, and I sympathize, but they've probably blown the only real chance to rebuild that station so it can take a full-length train.
[2] They seem to be the only people in the world to be using the .info domain.