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Is it Thursday already?
Jun. 16th, 2011 09:48 pmWork continued to come in, at not quite the same tempo as before, but right now, I'm thinking tomorrow is going to be pretty much a work-all-day kind of day, and Saturday's schedule will pretty much depend on how tomorrow goes.
I got a tweet today from LJ friend![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bogorad, who happens to be in town. We arranged to meet at the St. Paul Métro station, from where he, I, and a friend of his took a few steps into The Auld Alliance, where we chatted over beer. After sampling both the Caledonia and Deuchars, I elected to take a pint of the latter, which was quite good.
On the way there, I passed by a fellow playing the violin in the Métro at Champs-Élysées/Clemenceau. He was fitted out with electronic accompaniment powered by what looked like a lead-acid battery. He played well, too.
After taking my leave of Eugene and his friend, I walked south, across the Île St. Louis, over to the Left Bank, and turned right, down the Blvd St. Germain. It took me a little longer to get to the ARC group location than I expected, and along the way, there were a number of temptations, including an attractive selection of seafood.
The session with the ARC went well, but by 5:30 pm, Galina hadn't shown up, so I figured she had been around earlier and decided to go on home. I walked home from St. Germain des Prés (about 1.4 miles as the crow flies, but the streets were not laid out for crows), but Galina hadn't arrived yet, so I sat on the bench out on the street and kept my eyes open. As time passed, various unpleasant scenarios started to play out in my head, but by around half past eight, Galina came walking up Blvd Malsherbes (which, according to an ARC animateur, is pronounced "mal-ZERB").
It's probably too late to start working again. I shall have to hit it hard—really hard—tomorrow morning.
Cheers...
I got a tweet today from LJ friend
bogorad, who happens to be in town. We arranged to meet at the St. Paul Métro station, from where he, I, and a friend of his took a few steps into The Auld Alliance, where we chatted over beer. After sampling both the Caledonia and Deuchars, I elected to take a pint of the latter, which was quite good.On the way there, I passed by a fellow playing the violin in the Métro at Champs-Élysées/Clemenceau. He was fitted out with electronic accompaniment powered by what looked like a lead-acid battery. He played well, too.
After taking my leave of Eugene and his friend, I walked south, across the Île St. Louis, over to the Left Bank, and turned right, down the Blvd St. Germain. It took me a little longer to get to the ARC group location than I expected, and along the way, there were a number of temptations, including an attractive selection of seafood.
The session with the ARC went well, but by 5:30 pm, Galina hadn't shown up, so I figured she had been around earlier and decided to go on home. I walked home from St. Germain des Prés (about 1.4 miles as the crow flies, but the streets were not laid out for crows), but Galina hadn't arrived yet, so I sat on the bench out on the street and kept my eyes open. As time passed, various unpleasant scenarios started to play out in my head, but by around half past eight, Galina came walking up Blvd Malsherbes (which, according to an ARC animateur, is pronounced "mal-ZERB").
It's probably too late to start working again. I shall have to hit it hard—really hard—tomorrow morning.
Cheers...
