Met up with eofs today and her husband.

For the firstest time ever!

I was beset by a few fears, though:

1. We would find nothing to say! (Didn't happen.)

2. Her name isn't really Emma after all, I just kinda made that up in my head and really, her real name doesn't start with an E and I was going to embarrass myself by calling her the wrong name after all this time. (Also didn't happen.)

3. I would get lost on the way to the museum. (This DID happen. Directions said to walk south. I looked at the sun and thought I was doing just that. The sun lied to me, guys!)

So all and all we had fun, and I got to try new-to-me English candy, and Ana got to try out her fake English accent (not that she needs much of an excuse), and it turns out that the New York Hall of Science is worth the two hour trek to get there! When I pointed that out to Jenn she said that makes sense, because everything in Manhattan is half an hour from the boat, and then you assume it takes another half hour to get to Queens. Which is funny, because that's how I count it up too. 81st Street? Half an hour. Canal Street (seriously, never ever transfer at Canal)? Half an hour! Doesn't matter how far uptown you're going, just kinda assume half an hour, and if you guessed wildly wrong and are incredibly late, shrug vaguely at the other end and say "Staten Island" and they'll believe that's a valid excuse. (Shh, don't tell people that it might not be. The idea of Staten Island being impossibly far away from everything is our get out of jail free card for any and all situations. People think we're in, like, the Himalayas or Siberia or Jersey or something.)

This post now looks incredibly self-centered, but it's midnight and I'll fix it tomorrow.