Monday, June 13, 2005
I was in the shower Thursday morning when I realized that I didn't have to go to work on Friday. Or Saturday. Or Sunday. That's right, friends. A three day weekend!! I knew what I had to do. I put out some feelers on my way to work. I called a few people, left a few messages, decided that I might just do it even if I had to go alone. It'd been five months after all. I was going to New York. I was determined to go. Whitney called me that afternoon. She said that she was supposed to teach on Friday, but she's the professor. She can just cancel class! If only I'd EVER had a teacher that cool. It all worked out.

Thursday, 9:30 p.m.: I left the class I'd just finished teaching.
10:00 p.m.: Whitney and I set out from the mall.
2:00 a.m.: We picked up her friend MK outside DC.
6:00 a.m.: We rolled into the Heights.

It was glorious! That's all I have to say. Just the most refreshing trip. I really needed it. I got to see a lot of great people whom I had been missing terribly. Got to go to the Journey. Finally went to the new MoMA. Ate at Sammy's, French Roast, Mamoun's, Pam Real Thai AND Tom's Restaurant. Had the adventure I'd been itching for. Laughed a TON.

We got back around midnight last night to find two little slips of paper on my windshield. I said, "Did I get a parking ticket?" Whitney and I checked it out. Get this: I got TWO mall security warnings for parking overnight at the mall. There were two hilarious things about this.
1. It's mall security. They don't have any authority to give you a ticket, so you just get a warning. I'm wondering at what point the call in the SWAT team.
2. The same "officer" left both tickets, but for some reason, he put a different location on each one...like I'd moved it and parked it overnight again.

So I don't think I can ever go to Triangle Towne Center again...at least not overnight.

Also, something to keep in mind when you go on your next road trip: Nice hotels have much better bathrooms than restaurants or gas stations. Just make sure you pick the nice hotels with the multi-seaters. Two people waiting for the one-seater looks suspicious, and the desk attendants may ask if they can help you with something. Then you're busted.

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