Happily and excited that someone was contacting me, I wrote back about how I unpacked everything and how we should meet up soon. Of course, I didn't think that this meant this evening, right then, even if it was after ten, but I guess I'm still provincial.
No, New York, your coolness has yet to rub onto me. I'll think about that as I tuck myself in.
Side note: I am uncool because I developed an odd infatuation with this wooden escalator at Macy's:
