Friday night, after Improv practice, a bunch of us convened at a dive bar in Hells Kitchen for $7 pitchers and free hot dogs. (We're a classy folk.)
I had only intended to stay for a little while, but the conversation was engaging and the pitchers kept coming. And then it was late - and I sat talking to a teammate about hard stuff, life stuff, REAL talk. This person doesn't share my religious beliefs, but still I heard them say, "That's where faith comes in, Kristy. You have to have faith that God is leading you on a journey." Thankful that truth is truth, and thankful I have friends who speak it to me.
Then this happened. Snow in October? Apparently. Pajama-clad, I sat at my kitchen table for most of the Saturday morning/afternoon, being productive and drinking coffee with my roommate. Then I took a nap, just because I could.
How do you get to Carnegie Hall? Practice. OR - find a friend whose dad has a french horn recital there and go with them.
I chose the latter route. My friend JJ's dad played great and the whole evening was lovely. After the concert, JJ and I journeyed back uptown through the snow, to our favorite diner with the Ecuadorian / Australian waiter and the awesomely-bad 'lite FM' hits playing on the stereo. Soup, sandwiches, hot chocolate, and more REAL talk. Good stuff.
I have no pictorial evidence of Sunday, so you'll just have to take my word that there was church, Scrabble, Improv, and yes - even more REAL talk.
Love when the weekend feels like a series of play-days. Makes facing the beige cubicle on Monday morning a little more manageable, ya know?