(no subject)

In light of the fact that I have to transport one of our old servers up to the Company Designed By Gamers today, I drove into Manhattan from home. It was... surprisingly painless, although a few people were of course jerks. That's just how it happens and I am not complaining. Nevertheless, I will be quite happy when my ZipCar application is processed and I never have to drive my own car in Manhattan again.

Side note: it is very hard not to laugh when you are navigating your way northward from the Holland Tunnel and the radio bursts into John Mellencamp warbling about the wonders of small towns. I mean, c'mon. Manhattan! Might as well be singing about wide-open grassy spaces while trying to work your way across the streets of Beijing!

When it comes right down to it, before I was ever an honourary Canadian, I was a New Yorker. Bred, born, and raised, mind you- my grandparents were born in the city, and so were my parents, and so was I. I lived in Queens until I was 11 years old. I've been mostly in Jersey ever since, but ultimately? Still a New Yorker under the skin.

(no subject)

Memo to self: next time you travel to Wappingers Falls by car (hopefully never, since MetroNorth = so much easier), get directions BACK as well as directions TO. We went twenty five miles in the wrong direction before finding our way back to roads we recognised and it almost cost us the chance to skate with the Club. I mean, honestly... it's nice that the town names were familiar, but it would have been better if you'd memorised their ORDER so that we knew we were going in the wrong direction BEFORE we got to the sign for Scranton.

As it stands, I did get to the city a little late and had to stick my car in a garage for $17 for like an HOUR but at least I caught up with the skate club. Didn't do Cardiac Hill this week. Next week maybe. Also next week I go with the club to dinner, not run out on them.