Hamburger Times
One thing that was disappointing at the beginning of the semester was that I was promised all online classes but hey, when I looked at the syllabus for one of them it said we met in person on Wednesdays. Pain. So I had to rearrange my work schedule (I worked Wednesday nights) and change it to Monday, and dread going all the way out to Queens Campus each week.
But to make a long, tedious story less long and tedious, it turns out that the lady at the office put me in the wrong section and now I'm in two online classes. Which is great news. Hours of my life have been saved. Hours!
I didn't switch back shifts at work because there was really no reason to. So now I work Saturday, Sunday, and Monday, and have this big stretch of time during the week where I go to the library a lot.
Mark took me to some gaming meetup yesterday night at a bar on the Lower East Side and we met some weird guy that immediately came up to me and asking all about how I am in relation to the gaming world and not even acknowledging Mark even after he spoke. Uh, uncomfortable! But it wasn't bad and I managed to sweet-talk an iPhone case for Mark from this promotion guy.
After that we walked over to Little Italy for the San Gennaro tacky street fair. Mark got me a, hm... bruscoli? Broccoli? Bruschetta? (or, as the spell check recommends, Brushstroke?) Something like that, I think. Anyway, it was a lot of meat with onions on bread. A+. We split zeppoli for dessert and it was tasty.
Tonight we're finishing off the hamburgers that his roommate left in the freezer and pairing them with lettuce and tomatoes left over from the terrific salad he made the other day. It's nice when everything works out like that.
I've been rearranging my clothing in preparation for the upcoming cold weather. Right now it's at that perfect temperature that would be appropriate for all kinds of outfits. However, I know this is not to last and I'd better pull all of those jackets out of hibernation.

5 comments:
I forgot it was San Gennaro time! Every year it sneaks up on me. I hate it so much, but every year I somehow feel compelled to go. I think it's because I love zeppole THAT MUCH.
P.S. I think it's bracciole (braccioli?).
But then maybe it's bresciola! Damn, the Italians have so many names for meat.
If you don't soon post something new I'm going to scream.
Is it something we said, or didn't say? Where are you?
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