In Philly
I'm at my uncle's house in suburban Philly.
So, today, got up early, walked to the metro station, went downtown, got on an Amtrak train. The sore throat turned into a pretty awful sneezing fit somewhere near Delaware, and I momentarily considered calling![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
jcreed to cancel our lunch plans because I felt so lousy, coughing and feeling dizzy/nauseous. But, the train got to Philly... I bought another bottle of water, sat down on a bench in 30th Street Station, and a few minutes later actually felt reasonably fine. So I called Jason, and we met up by his building on the Penn campus and walked to... Mad Mex :)
I've been to the one in Philly a few times and always comment how it's the same food but not really the same atmosphere. But actually, for the purposes of hanging out with a friend for a few hours and sitting and chatting, it is actually totally superior to the Pittsburgh Mad Mexes, because you can actually sit in a table with natural light and actually hear each other speak. So Jason and I sat around just talking for an hour or two, me babbling at him about Japan and him telling me about going halfway across the planet for strongly-typed computer scientist conferences. I think I've been really lucky that every time I'm in the same city as him I get to go for bagels or burritos or something with him and catch up.
Jason walked me back to 30th Street Station and I got on an R6 train out to Spring Mill station, where my uncle picked me up.
And well, I've just been hanging out here for the evening. I talked to my uncle for a while, then my aunt came home and I talked to both of them for a few hours and we ate dinner and stuff. I learned a few very interesting things I didn't know before about my dad, and other family stuff... and even just more about them, I never realized my aunt does home care and takes care of lots of sick people who are stuck in outpatient limbo. It makes me feel like I should be doing more to help people. Really, I suppose I never tended to talk all that deeply to a lot of my relatives in the past for quite a while -- my brother and I were always kind of in a half-generation gap with our family, as we're 10 years older than the other cousins of our generation here, but we're still 20 years younger than the younger part of the older generation, so I mean... I remember being like, 19 years old and in college, my other cousins were all like 6-8 years old, but my uncles and aunts and all were in their 40's, and a huge chunk of the people at any given family gathering would usually be in their 70's, and my brother was still in high school and living with my mom... so I never really knew what to say to anyone. Now it's sort of like we're all just grown-ups. I'm not quite sure I qualify as a grown-up even though my brother certainly does. My brother even called me to make sure I got here okay. (Oops...)
Still coughing a decent bit so we'll see how long it takes me to get to sleep tonight...
So, today, got up early, walked to the metro station, went downtown, got on an Amtrak train. The sore throat turned into a pretty awful sneezing fit somewhere near Delaware, and I momentarily considered calling
jcreed to cancel our lunch plans because I felt so lousy, coughing and feeling dizzy/nauseous. But, the train got to Philly... I bought another bottle of water, sat down on a bench in 30th Street Station, and a few minutes later actually felt reasonably fine. So I called Jason, and we met up by his building on the Penn campus and walked to... Mad Mex :)I've been to the one in Philly a few times and always comment how it's the same food but not really the same atmosphere. But actually, for the purposes of hanging out with a friend for a few hours and sitting and chatting, it is actually totally superior to the Pittsburgh Mad Mexes, because you can actually sit in a table with natural light and actually hear each other speak. So Jason and I sat around just talking for an hour or two, me babbling at him about Japan and him telling me about going halfway across the planet for strongly-typed computer scientist conferences. I think I've been really lucky that every time I'm in the same city as him I get to go for bagels or burritos or something with him and catch up.
Jason walked me back to 30th Street Station and I got on an R6 train out to Spring Mill station, where my uncle picked me up.
And well, I've just been hanging out here for the evening. I talked to my uncle for a while, then my aunt came home and I talked to both of them for a few hours and we ate dinner and stuff. I learned a few very interesting things I didn't know before about my dad, and other family stuff... and even just more about them, I never realized my aunt does home care and takes care of lots of sick people who are stuck in outpatient limbo. It makes me feel like I should be doing more to help people. Really, I suppose I never tended to talk all that deeply to a lot of my relatives in the past for quite a while -- my brother and I were always kind of in a half-generation gap with our family, as we're 10 years older than the other cousins of our generation here, but we're still 20 years younger than the younger part of the older generation, so I mean... I remember being like, 19 years old and in college, my other cousins were all like 6-8 years old, but my uncles and aunts and all were in their 40's, and a huge chunk of the people at any given family gathering would usually be in their 70's, and my brother was still in high school and living with my mom... so I never really knew what to say to anyone. Now it's sort of like we're all just grown-ups. I'm not quite sure I qualify as a grown-up even though my brother certainly does. My brother even called me to make sure I got here okay. (Oops...)
Still coughing a decent bit so we'll see how long it takes me to get to sleep tonight...
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