The beginning of a fabulous weekend
Oct. 10th, 2025 11:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
walkitoutI drove to RTE. I got there about an hour early, and was glad I did because it was tough finding a parking spot. Yikes! Since I had time, I looked up vegan / dairy free Dunkin’ options, and used the app, and $50 I put on the account years and years and years ago, to buy avocado toast, hashbrowns, and a coffee with brown sugar syrup in it. It was all fine, and I might do it again if I was at RTE or somewhere similar, and it was this or Cafe Car options for food.
The B.’s arrived barely in time (horrible traffic) and also had trouble parking. Fortunately, the Acela was a little late and it all worked out. We took the subway to 72nd, and walked to Arthouse, because we all had backpacks and no rollers. Go us! Once checked in, we met up with Priestess, and had drinks and the jalapeno hummus and listened to some jazz. After a while, we went over to Amsterdam Ale House and had more drinks (I really liked the Victory Sour Monkey) and food. The truffle popcorn was odd. The chips and salsa was fine. I had a burger and fries, and it was fine. It got crowded and loud after a while, and we returned to the hotel and slept. It was so simple to be alone and getting ready for bed without having to nag A. to go to sleep.
On the train ride down, I checked in with A. and R. and boy did they get into it. He was stuck in traffic; she wasn’t ready to leave, they both lost their temper and did regrettable things. I made it clear to her that throwing a (metal) water bottle was not a good choice, and I made it clear to him that I did not appreciate him wanting her to feel abandoned. Ugh. Whatever. They still have to live with each other because I’m not returning home as a reward for any of that.
The B.’s arrived barely in time (horrible traffic) and also had trouble parking. Fortunately, the Acela was a little late and it all worked out. We took the subway to 72nd, and walked to Arthouse, because we all had backpacks and no rollers. Go us! Once checked in, we met up with Priestess, and had drinks and the jalapeno hummus and listened to some jazz. After a while, we went over to Amsterdam Ale House and had more drinks (I really liked the Victory Sour Monkey) and food. The truffle popcorn was odd. The chips and salsa was fine. I had a burger and fries, and it was fine. It got crowded and loud after a while, and we returned to the hotel and slept. It was so simple to be alone and getting ready for bed without having to nag A. to go to sleep.
On the train ride down, I checked in with A. and R. and boy did they get into it. He was stuck in traffic; she wasn’t ready to leave, they both lost their temper and did regrettable things. I made it clear to her that throwing a (metal) water bottle was not a good choice, and I made it clear to him that I did not appreciate him wanting her to feel abandoned. Ugh. Whatever. They still have to live with each other because I’m not returning home as a reward for any of that.