I spent most of today not doing a damn thing. But then most of the night I didn't stop moving so I guess that it evens out. Ha.V and J invited me to join them at Charles' Southern-Style Kitchen up in Harlem, and who am I to say no to fried chicken? I ended up taking a cab because I was running so late/I was feeling extremely lazy but somehow I flagged down Manhattan's worst cab driver. Took more than half an hour to get to my destination, and I was kind of nauseous by the time we arrived at 151st and Frederick Douglas Boulevard. Bastard nearly cost me my appetite...nearly.
C: Per usual, I met M downtown to take a walk down to Chinatown for another lovely Saturday afternoon. Also as we usually do once we have exhausted our favorite places, we walked from there back to Back Bay and parked ourselves in the Common. We spotted a practice game of Quidditch ("There are like 250 schools competing; we have a World Cup this Fall..."). My favorite was the dude talking smack to the guys twice their size playing football in an adjacent field. Quidditch is very serious business, I guess.
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