No plan=crazy fun

Thursday, what a crazy day! It all went fairly normal until the end of the day in the Bronx. I was invited to stay after school for a staff meeting that I had no idea was going on, mainly because I was due to attend a Literacy Council meeting in Midtown at 4 o'clock. The proverbial shit had hit the fan because of the chaos that is testing in New York State. Mainly, the testing coordinator was out of compliance due to many reason, and also, he didn't want the job anymore because it sucked. So another teacher friend was appointed to the task or organizing the state Math test...for Monday.

Anyway, there were several meetings. I ended up in midtown, missed my hair appointment (was going for highlights...completely forgot...I wonder if I'm blacklisted from that place now...I suck), so I called up my friend Nick and we made a plan for dinner and possibly a few drinks.

I met him at his hotel near Central Park and we walked down to Hell's Kitchen for food. We picked an awesome Brazilian place that I frequented quite a bit last year when I was student teaching down that way. Delish. We took pictures of Nick and our arroz con pollo:

almost simultaneously the strange, possibly homeless woman next to us made a sound that can only be likened to "AAAAAaaaaaaaaaaraaaaaaah" and then pushed her table over. She was a little cookoo for coco puffs if ya know what I mean.

We took a little walk and decided to stop in for a glass of wine at a little Irish pub in the area, talking of my teaching job, his job as the artistic coordinator of programming in Kalamazoo (he was in town because he was working with a program at Lincoln Center). We stepped out from there and noticed a bar Nick knew of called Don't Tell Mama's. I will end the commentary at this point because the picture can tell the rest of the story for the most part. We found awesome new friends from London, who refused to let us leave and continued to purchase spirits for us.

I was home late.