Weeknight out

I was supposed to go to a movie with a friend last night, but he got caught at work at the last minute (some things here are exactly the same). So Jaynna and I went out for a drink later on instead. We met at Leicester Square, wandered through Chinatown,


and eventually wound up in a somewhat cheesy, but serviceable, place.


I took the bus home again, trying to repeat my triumph earlier in the week. I would’ve felt equally triumphant, except that the first bus driver ignored me after I ran to catch up with the bus. Perhaps he was feeling vindictive. Perhaps it was the sloppy hot dog I was eating (I would’ve thrown it away).