It might be strange to call missing my bus Today’s Perfect Moment, but when you’re out with your best friends….things happen.
So, we had a few drinks at a rather poor excuse for a bar–so poor in fact that it won’t even be named here. Nor will I bother to go on Yelp and lambaste it. We only met there because a friend was staying there while he is in town for meetings.
We then found ourselves at Hemmingway’s in Yorkville. I would say I like the place for the name itself, but actually the food is pretty good. I also had a customer dance provocatively for me…but that was just random behaviour or a customer, rather than an actual chance to meet someone.
The evening progressed much as one would expect.
In the end, I found myself at the bus stop a little later than I would like. I also find myself at this keyboard a little later than I would like. All I can say is that sometimes friendship requires sacrifice, and if that sacrifice is sleep, so be it. Best friends are called best friends for a reason.