All Will Be Well -
When The Day is Done
Monday started as a comedy of errors: one thing after another, after another (after another) kept cropping up and going wrong. Not badly wrong, just annoying-Monday-wrong. It was as non-stop as the rain that poured down all day. Finally, the clouds (metaphorical and literal) parted around quittin' time; I left work and dashed to meet my friend bANaNAs, who was in town for a 24-hour surprise visit.
Things started looking up.
We had an awesome dinner uptown, then headed back downtown to catch a late Improv show. Funny stuff. Leaving the theater afterwards, we headed towards Seventh Ave to catch the subway.
And that's when I saw him.
