I walk out of the theater, and call M. It's pretty cold. Okay, gotta get to Northern Blvd. on the RVG line. I have my bike, but with my knee still acting funny, i'll take it on the subway. Hm, she just recommended taking the E, which is one block behind me now, but if i bike the ten blocks to the 34th station, i can get the R and not waste time on a transfer. Also, the smaller subway stations sometimes, like the one behind me, close turnstiles at night, so i'll gamble on the bigger 34th station.
Okay, got food. Here's 34th...carry the bike down, and...NIGHT GRATES! Damn, here? Okay, i'll just walk a couple blocks to the other end....damn, MORE grates...yeah, around this side too...okay, i'll bike to 42nd Grand Central...okay, here i am...walking down...and people coming up saying it just closed...okay, back onto the street, over to the main terminal a couple blocks away, and...yay, i'm in...hm, will Northern give me a problem getting out...maybe i should just go to my home stop and bike from there...naah...hm, been waiting too long for a damn R to come...okay, i'll just hop on an N, and make the switch to any of her lines at Queensboro Plaza, like we talked about...here we go...here we are getting off at Queensboro, and...nope, no RVG here...hm, i think it must be at Queens Plaza like she originally said, but she let me wrongly correct her...oops, and now i'm carrying the bike down and up several levels trying to get out, as the nice man said that my station is only a couple blocks away...finally, an emergency exit...hmm, should i just bike to 30th at this point, and then north to her...hmmm, i don't see this RVG station yet...hmmm, fuck it, i'll bike the rest of the way...hmm, this road here seems to be pointing exactly where i want to go...should i take it and maybe save myself a mile or two, or go where i know...could end up getting lost, of course...fuck it, let's do this...hey, it's Northern Blvd.!...perfect, this should lead directly to her...yup, i keep seeing RVG stations...okay, a beautiful night, and...Best Buy!...okay, don't see the station, but time to call!...waiting...okay, here she is...hm, she sounds drowsy and unexcited and impatient...it's fucking cold, stop asking questions, M...what...wait, i'm still talking and she's awful quiet...hmm...oh shit, my phone just died!...that's never happened before, though i've been dealing with dying battery issues for months and months...can i get it alive again...nope, it keeps on dying, just as i dial...and i don't have her phone numbers written down...hm, okay, just find my way to 50th and 30th...no, i don't think left was the way to go...okay, i found it...maybe i can get my phone to come alive again long enough for me to read her number...inside Papa John's, this nice counter girl seems to like me, and gives me her phone...okay, got the number...here's M, is she having second thoughts or is she just too tired...second thoughts would be understandable, we still hardly know each other...we talked at 5:30 today, at which time i said five or six hours, and despite everything i'm still within that timeframe...maybe she thought i was exaggerating on the estimate?...dammit, i've come too far, don't want to give up...okay, here's the building...i'm in...hm, small elevator, okay i'm in...her floor...okay, i think the thing to do is just say hi and bye and chastise her tomorrow for her ongoing dumbass behavior in the face of being sick...maybe just maybe sickness is the body's way of saying "Hey fucknut! Slow the fuck down!"...but she keeps working too-long hours and socializing afterwards...forget other compatibilities, she's obviously not intelligent enough to take care of herself (sarcasm, mostly)...
Okay, that was actually a kinda nice hug...back to the cold...hm, really gotta pee...well, the streets are deserted, and there's this shadowy place at the big tree to the left outside M's building...ahhhhhhhhh...back on the bike...it's a rather beautiful night...so peaceful and quiet in the cold...what a cool way to learn my neighborhood...and the Papa John's girl was nice, can i wave at her as i pass?...been a bit of an adventure...who knows, maybe this night will turn out to be more fun than watching improv tomorrow night...got my yummy food in my pack, and it's actually not as late as it feels...
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