Some celebratory dinners
We were all pretty hungry after the meet. Some people wanted to eat out in Long Island but I told them that Flushing was a better bet.
I piled into Panda’s whip along with Randi, while everyone else got into their respective rides, and we all headed to Flushing to 1392, a seafood joint.
It was pretty hard getting around with my bum knee but I somehow made it work.
Panda, Randi, and I got there first and we ordered up a ton of seafood.
Everyone else came afterward and we inhaled all the food we ordered.
But the thing is that Panda wanted dumplings so we ended up going to a second place to get that, which was the mall that I usually hit up.
Afterward, Randi wanted a drink so we went to a really cool rooftop bar on the other side of the block. I’d never been.
There were some pretty interesting looking drinks.
Since I was still in diet mode, I got the “low-calorie” cucumber drink option that was good, but not great. You can see it below with the wedge of cucumber.
Ended up getting a second drink later on which I can’t remember but was even better.
The waitressed noticed me hobbling around so I asked her for a bag of ice and she was super sweet and gave me this for my knee.
Me: You’re my second favourite person here!
Her: Who’s the first?
Me: Oh, me. I think I’m just lovely.
This is pretty much how I spent the entire time at the bar.
Afterward, we all split up and Panda drove Randi and me to the Barclays Center so we could grab the 2/3 to head home.
Me: Can someone gimme a lift to a 2/3 train station?
Him: You can take the 7-train right here.
Me: I know that and, normally, I would. But there’s no way I could make it up and down alla those steps for transfers and stuff.
Randi and I were on the train after a bit and we just chatted about the day before I finally hit my stop and made it home.
My housekeeper let herself in earlier in the day so, when I opened the door, it smelled like it used to smell when I was out late working and Alison was home and cleaned.
Me: (to no one) I’m home! I won one match.
I shuffled my way to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of rum.
I think I did pretty ok, I said, to my empty apartment. You woulda been proud of me, I think.
No one answered so I downed my glass and slowly poured myself another.
Location: meeting up with a huge Seinfeld fan out in Astoria for a drink
Mood: happy (enough) but missing the boy terribly
Music: Every time you look my way I can’t even handle myself (Spotify)
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