it's official. starting monday, roboto is once again a corporate slave. you don't want to hear about this and i don't want to type about it, so...
i went to an old co-worker's birthday party today. i was expecting to meet her cute korean argentinian friend and her music-industry-employed roommate, but neither showed up. it was good to see a bunch of my office buddies though. they're all so kissy... when they see you, they do that whole kiss-on-the-cheek thing. it's something i'm not used to, but i like it. roboto needs kisses. (hahah, that sounds weird). half of them still work for that ridiculous company. the other half have moved on to bigger and better things: freelance writing, social work grad school, law school, etc. they're all older, so i don't feel entirely jealous that they've figured out what they want to do in life. after some tapas, yelling over the music, cheek-kissing and about 8 glasses of sangria, i decided to head out and go for a walk.
i was surprised to see that urban outfitters was still open. i strolled in and bought a couple of t-shirts, breaking my shopping fast. i continued down 14th street into union square park and watched a bunch of breakers hanging out. they weren't dancing for money, they were dancing to fit in.
i eventually made my way into the subway station, but stopped to listen to some busking. two college-aged girls: one playing the bass, the other playing an electric and singing into one of those headgear mics. it was one part norah jones, one part bebel gilberto, one part avril lavigne. altogether mellow, soulful tunes with an mtv twist. i threw my spare change into her gig bag and scribbled my email address on their mailing list.
number of free days remaining: 2
i went to an old co-worker's birthday party today. i was expecting to meet her cute korean argentinian friend and her music-industry-employed roommate, but neither showed up. it was good to see a bunch of my office buddies though. they're all so kissy... when they see you, they do that whole kiss-on-the-cheek thing. it's something i'm not used to, but i like it. roboto needs kisses. (hahah, that sounds weird). half of them still work for that ridiculous company. the other half have moved on to bigger and better things: freelance writing, social work grad school, law school, etc. they're all older, so i don't feel entirely jealous that they've figured out what they want to do in life. after some tapas, yelling over the music, cheek-kissing and about 8 glasses of sangria, i decided to head out and go for a walk.
i was surprised to see that urban outfitters was still open. i strolled in and bought a couple of t-shirts, breaking my shopping fast. i continued down 14th street into union square park and watched a bunch of breakers hanging out. they weren't dancing for money, they were dancing to fit in.
i eventually made my way into the subway station, but stopped to listen to some busking. two college-aged girls: one playing the bass, the other playing an electric and singing into one of those headgear mics. it was one part norah jones, one part bebel gilberto, one part avril lavigne. altogether mellow, soulful tunes with an mtv twist. i threw my spare change into her gig bag and scribbled my email address on their mailing list.
number of free days remaining: 2
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