i heart ny

this has nothing to do with running.

tonight i was out ... it was st. patrick's day.. i am not usually up for drinking on st. patricks day (or halloween) which has something to do with my fear of dudes from jersey and being thrown up on. but, roxie sent me a text message and said the girls were meeting out at 5 at sketchers to seek out some cute irish boys and i was to come wearing my shamrock wristband (which i quickly pulled from the trash!). who was i to say no.

so, we made it through the night with relatively no drama (fainting sister turned out to be ok) and definitley no vomiting. so i leave at a respectible 1am... so now i'm competing for cabs with every drunk person in the city it seems.. i am not that drunk so i decide to walk a bit uptown. this turns into a 20 block walk. freezing in my boots. at 22nd st i decide to just stake claim to the corner and wait. finally a cab stops but it's only dropping off part of the group. i am determined so i hop in and say 'drive them wherever and then take me up to 171!'

i'm in the front seat which is weird in a cab because I'm on the other side of the glass! weird. at some point i realize we've dropped off all the other people so now i'm alone in the cab STILL on the wrong side of the glass! i don't know why this is awkward, but it is.. and especially since i'm going way way uptown.

we quietly listened to luther vandross on the radio. and when he dropped me off i tipped him nicely.

i scurried to my door and realized that the cab driver was waiting for me to enter the building. as i opened the front door, i turned and he was watchign through the open window and said 'you ok?'

thanks cab man!! thanks for the ride and the peace of mind!


miles run: still 0
blocks walked : 23
cute irish boys met: 0
farts inhaled in the bar: 48