Celebrating Frank

I had a long seven days last week. Weather was wonky (read: windy), I walked to school nearly every day like a pauper, and I had this abundance of work (for work) to do over the weekend as well as a project (for the AQ) that had been completely forgotten about until way too late. I was overwhelmed and missed out on a chance to see One Man Two Guvnors with Erik on Friday night. Now you know me, I'm not a theatre fan (remember The Birdcage on Broadway? Oh, how very painful [followed by "oh, how very enjoyable", I'll admit]), but I was a bit reluctant to stay home instead and mark books until midnight.

On. A. Friday. Night.

I just can't stand shoving everything over until Sunday, hoping that it will magically get done. This way, I could at least say it was over when I awoke on Saturday.

Anyway, after working on Saturday morning then tutoring, I was ready for a night out on the town just to, if for no other reason, get away from the torture chamber that has become my bedroom office for the last few weeks.

I tried on seven outfits and wound up wearing an old favourite, mainly because I didn't have the right coloured tights. I know, right? And so began the pizza-laden, subway-rich evening (that is fairly self-explanatory in the pics)...

We left the restaurant only to take a long subway ride then turn back to the train. The last train leaves for Dartford at about midnight. After that, if one decides to stay out until the Witching Hour, the night bus will eventually take you home. Keri and company got back at 5 am. It's unreal how not my style that was when I was 23, never mind now. 5 am is when you run, not when you pass out on a bus. Yup, to each his own.







And so begins taking pictures of strangers on the subway. Some strangers ;)

...like this guy

...and him.

After the obligatory group shot, the camera was put away and I was homebound.