So I did, in fact, get a lighting design gig through OKCupid. I went out with the producer last night, on a date/business meeting at a really charming bar in Prospect Heights. I, of course, got hopelessly lost trying to find it (Grand Army Plaza is confusing in the dark!) but I think being a city noob is an endearing quality. I think. I had a super fancy drink that took me close to three hours to consume (bourbon, Cointreau, bitters, champagne, and something else. And a lime slice) and we had a really lovely time. Tomorrow I'm going to the theater to check out the space.
I spent the day in Manhattan today. I went to Times Square, and officially hate it. There are four kinds of people in Times Square: confused tourists carrying maps, promoters wearing sandwich boards, those who need to stop every three feet for any number of dumb shit reasons (texting, taking pictures, corralling children, etc), and annoyed natives. And pigeons, eugh.
If a guy tells me he likes my pants, is that just a new way of saying he likes my ass?
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