Walking to Marx Meadow

On October sixth I wrote that the day before I had looked up exams to take and then I resigned myself to check out Hardly Strictly.  I rode to JFK and parked at the Polo Fields and started walking to Marx Meadow.  I bumped into a riding buddy from the Car Free Happy Hour and we drank some borrowed beer and enjoyed the breeze as T Bone played.  Our mutual acquaintances, as far as we knew, were near the valet so we ventured over that way.  I left my buddy at the far eastern stage.  I didn’t see my friends so I went to the Gold Stage and took pictures of Dwight Yoakum and tweeted.  I I finally found the people I was looking for at the rooster stage.

Afterwards I went to Celia’s, which was packed but I found a seat.  There was a regular I knew and I got to know the bartender—the other was off but was still helping.  I went home after sending a text to a lady I knew on Twitter.  At home I checked my email and had an hour long conversation with dad.  He gave me some financial advice.  He told me that forming a company is alright as long as I only employ contracting up to a point.  My twitter friend sent me a reply.

Then, that morning, I awoke at 645 and sent her another message on the way to work because our conversation had touched on something that I thought she would find interesting.  We met up that day, October the seventh, for a transportation policy happy hour.  I had gotten off at 430 and rode to PHill with a tail wind and after stopping a the bank, I walked to Minna.  I bought her a beer and got to see a bunch of people from MTA, CTA and an assortment of planning agencies.  I have noted on many occasions that I don’t fit in with planners.  I introduced my friend to as many people as I was able and I met a few new people.  When we left we made plans to attend Winterfest.  I caught an N to 9^th where I watched the Giants win the Division championship sitting with Little Shamrock regulars.  I held a Chihuahua owned by the friend of a gilr that used to bartend there.

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