stairwells and hallways

woke up feeling a little gross from a bit too much fun last night so my ambitious plan of going to the gym then into the office was cut short a bit and it took me until almost noon to drag my carcass into the office. i actually like working on the weekends when i can, it makes mondays a little more palatable and as long as i'm not there all weekend, getting some work done in peace and quiet is pretty great. bought myself some lunch from one of the few places open in the financial district and worked away on my calendar and marketing briefs while listening to some loud indie rock in my head phones.

one nice thing is that i got to have a conversation with sarah from back home for an hour or two. that's the great thing about spread sheets, they don't take much mental effort and carrying on a conversation is a good way to pass the time while copying and pasting.

after i came home and took a nap debating whether or not to go out. jenni had invited me to meet her and nathan for their 'walking party' but to me it sounded like another word for pub crawl so i was considering just staying in bed. after the second text message from the outside world snapped me awake i decided to go for it and head out taking dan with me. we all met up at the bar on mission where we had our first drinks and nathan informed me that a 'walking party' was not an elitist 18th century way of killing time but literally a walking party... meaning you just followed the guy with the boom box and walked. with bar one and two under our belts the near 15 of us walked to the next which was actually not a bar just a random street corner on mission. soon i was being asked if i needed a beer and the nearby newspaper box was opened to reveal a case of beer. soon the noise and crowd drew the attention of a police officer so we concealed what we could and moved on. he had bigger fish to fry and we were not committed to that corner.

we stopped at another corner a few blocks away and the boom box was planted and the party resumed. after a while someone mentioned the police cars coming down the block with it's lights on... everyone hushed, stashed their cans of beer and tried to look inconspicuous. as the car approached it hit the red light and instead of stopping and throwing a spotlight on us it hit is siren and blew through the red light followed by a collective cheer from the party goers. after a little while longer my cold feet and runny nose reminded me that this is probably not a great idea anymore so i hopped a cab and headed home to curl up under a pile of blankets.