Friday Night. Bright Lights. Big City.

A few online folks from a message board I frequent decided to get together in Manhattan and have a few drinks/chew fat/eat pizza. I had done this with a few of the Left Coast crew when I was in California and it was a lot of fun. So I decided to go up by train and attend this little event.

I had a great time. I can now put faces to names I see online (for a some, anyway). I had lots of pizza, got drunk on 6 Stella Artois. Got yet another interpetation of what my last name is supposed to mean in the Northern European languages. Was guided into a gay bar (not my idea) and then into a more normal bar. I ended up missing the last train out of town and had to stay the night in Queens. I returned this morning blind (my contacts were disposables and I didn't bring my case, so I tossed 'em). Kind of an odd trip home since I had to get on a Subway going the wrong direction for a couple of stops (the Manhatten bound side was closed), then cross over and cacth the subway going back into Manhatten. I got out but was too late for the 8:15. So I caught the 9:15 after some breakfast and got back to Philly around 11:30. Kind of an odd feeling all day since I am tired from limited sleep.

At least I got some socializing in.