Every once in a while I meet someone through friends of friends and wind up seeing an apartment like this at more or less random. It's one of the great pleasures of living in New York City. I remember once, leaving a club at two in the morning because a group of us were annoyed and someone's flat was near by, so we decided to go there for drinks and it was like this 1930s, film noir, science fiction paradise. It was a whole 'nother world that felt as if the sun never penetrated it, so complete was the illusion of its existence outside of time.
Chatroulette sounds like the fabulously wild west dark ages of the Internet, just now with video.
Tonight I really, really need to take inventory on what needs to happen last minute for Gally. Which is to say, figure out where all the relevant clothing items are, figure out what needs to be replaced last minute because I can't find it, figure out what needs to go to the dry cleaners etc. Also, I've got to get my hair trimmed like woah. I mean, it looks cute enough, but it's not _right_.
Also? I am super tense about whether there will be flight delays on Thursday.
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Date: 2010-02-27 02:16 am (UTC)