Monday actually not much to say. Work, then errands and laundry and packing.
Tuesday, work and then gym with Megan. My arms still hurt from volleyball on Sunday. Then lastminute packing and then going to the airport, where I ran into![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thatmathchick and her guy since they were also heading to JFK on the same flight as me. I hadn't seen Deb in forever so it was good to catch up, though the sad part is that part of her trip here is going to David Rochberg's wedding, which I was unaware of, which makes me sad since I used to be such close friends with Dave back in the day, and now here I am not even knowing he's getting married. It made me all sad, like when you get this feeling in the pit of your stomach when you worry you've lost something important like your keys or phone or something.
The flight was fairly uneventful and I finished the Sadaharu Oh autobiography I was reading, and damn if that isn't one of the best books I've ever read. It's so bizarre to hear him talk about baseball and yet be talking about aikido and zen and swordplay and everything interspersed with it, and really entertaining. I slept off and on for the rest of the flight.
It got to JFK late, but Nick came and picked me up anyway. Yay, it's good to see Nick again, even if he sucks for not coming to Seattle. He drove me back here and I met his roomate and stuff, but then they went off to work, so now I am sitting here in his living room updating LJ and stuff and debating what to do during the day. We're gonna try to go to the Mets-Phillies game tonight, and I am psyyyyyyched.
I might just take a nap, or I might wander around here a bit. We're apparently like a block from Columbia, which is pretty cool. I'm in New York so I really ought to get bagels or pizza or something, I think.
Tuesday, work and then gym with Megan. My arms still hurt from volleyball on Sunday. Then lastminute packing and then going to the airport, where I ran into
thatmathchick and her guy since they were also heading to JFK on the same flight as me. I hadn't seen Deb in forever so it was good to catch up, though the sad part is that part of her trip here is going to David Rochberg's wedding, which I was unaware of, which makes me sad since I used to be such close friends with Dave back in the day, and now here I am not even knowing he's getting married. It made me all sad, like when you get this feeling in the pit of your stomach when you worry you've lost something important like your keys or phone or something.The flight was fairly uneventful and I finished the Sadaharu Oh autobiography I was reading, and damn if that isn't one of the best books I've ever read. It's so bizarre to hear him talk about baseball and yet be talking about aikido and zen and swordplay and everything interspersed with it, and really entertaining. I slept off and on for the rest of the flight.
It got to JFK late, but Nick came and picked me up anyway. Yay, it's good to see Nick again, even if he sucks for not coming to Seattle. He drove me back here and I met his roomate and stuff, but then they went off to work, so now I am sitting here in his living room updating LJ and stuff and debating what to do during the day. We're gonna try to go to the Mets-Phillies game tonight, and I am psyyyyyyched.
I might just take a nap, or I might wander around here a bit. We're apparently like a block from Columbia, which is pretty cool. I'm in New York so I really ought to get bagels or pizza or something, I think.
