It’s Saturday. A girl I work with is having a party for her
30th birthday at her apartment- in
She sent out a Save the Date weeks ago and I put in on my calendar. She sits
next to me at work, she saw me do it and I said I’d love to come to her party –
in
I’ve lived in downtown NYC for nearly seven years yet I can
count on my hands (probably one), how many times I’ve been to
If there’s a party of event in
lowers the chance I’ll be there. I don’t know why. Really, distance-wise, many
parts of
office in Midtown. Really, a cab there is half the price of a cab uptown (not
that I venture there too often either) and the subway that could get me
door-to-door is only steps away.
I always say I want to go someplace different, see people
and places in NYC that I haven’t before and
offers that and more. So, hopefully tonight I can get past my mental block
thinking a trip to
task.
That said, I guess it’s time to stop procrastinating, go
down and get a cab and hope the driver doesn’t wince when I say I need to go to
the City” episode where Miranda moved to
the cab driver kicked her out because he said he didn’t do
