Happy Halloween (bwa-ha-HA-ha-ha)! I am being a revolutionary this year, so I will have no opportunity to laugh in an evil fashion and must, therefore, get it all out of my system in this blog. I asked my revolutionary expert friend (who brought the beret I am wearing back from Cuba (drink)) what revolutionaries do...all we could come up with was drink vodka and wear berets at a jaunty angle. I hope it is okay if I drink the vodka in the form of a dirty martini.
My boss is not in the office today (again), so I took a nice, long walk around the East Village and had lunch in an Organic Vegan restaurant with aging hippies that could not get over the fact that I had come all the way from Queens for lunch, despite my efforts to explain that, really, I worked just around the corner (also: half a mile is apparently not just around the corner in NYC, the way it is in the country).
This afternoon, I have to hike out to a much nicer section of the city than I am accustomed to (and by hike, I probably mean take the 6 train) and drop off a folder at my boss' place- more specifically, I am to leave it with her doorman. Then all the way back down to Washington Square for class and then my revolutionary side will explode and run amuck all over the Village. Yay!
In posts to come: my reaction to the Cuba (drink) summit. Really. I promise. The sixteen pages of notes I took have to be good for something...
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