Needed to vacate the apartment unexpectedly on Tuesday night, before I had a chance to eat my dinner.
What's a girl to do? I went for a walk. Thought about getting real food somewheres, but instead opted for coffee and cake at the Hungarian Pastry Shop (it was a sham debate, really; HPS always wins. Dinner never stood a chance.)
I sat at a table in the back and finished a New Yorker article (gosh) and took notes on the Santiago memoir I'm reading (eeeeek!) (she exclaimed, excitedly).
It was not the night I planned. But it was a good night.
Cake & words win, always.
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