JFK ick

I went to pick up mnemex from the airport, and Beth agreed to keep me company. So, first the #7 wasn't running into the city, cuz something ahead of my train got stalled. Luckily, we were at Queensboro Plaza, so I shifted to the W.

I met Beth, and we took the F to the Q3, which let us off at the Terminal 3 stop at JFK, and man, that place is evil and deserted. Bad Feng Shui. We eventually found where we had to go, and inside, a woman confirmed that mnemex would come to that baggage claim area, as in JFK, you can't go past there. At La Guardia, you can go as far as the near side of the metal detectors.

The plane was listed as on time, even when it clearly wasn't. And the only officials were behind the counter where you go to complain about your luggage being missing. But one confirmed that yes, the plane was late, hadn't landed, likely due in at 9:35.

Beth pointed out that it was 9:50, and we thought she might be best off heading home. Then, we got comfirmation from new folks coming in that the plane had landed. And mnemex arrived, and we went for a cab. The cab line is designed anti-ergonomically, and the cab dispatchers aren't as on the ball as they should be. And the cabbie of thee cab we took didn't get the two stop thing, and insisted that there were no A-train stops in Queens, and that he knew nothing of where they might be.

I got a map moldy from the last great rains, and I am still recovering from the allergies it acted upon. mnemex directed the driver to a way deserted spot, where we got angry honks from other cars. The driver kept asking if we were sure this was right, and I think indicated that we didn't have to pay the full amount of what was on the meter, though we did anyway. We got into the station, and the one other guy there wanted to know what we were doing out where there was nothing. He'd slept past his stop himself.

We got on the A train, and Beth got off at her stop. mnemex and I switched to the #7 at Times Square, some 5-6 hours or so after I'd first set out from Queens. It ran as far as the 45th street stop and sat there for 20 minutes. Something about power being cut to the third rail due to police investigation. This made mnemex wonder if someone had fallen onto the tracks.

Finally, the train went to Queensboro Plaza. And sat there. We decided to walk the 3 stops. Around 40th or so, we went to an all night Baskin Robbins. Sleep having already been royally fucked, we figured we might as well do ice cream. And we danced a bit to the music.

I do not think I like JFk.

Oh yah, he got me jewelry...

mnemex had asked what I wanted from Mexico, and told me there was cool silver. That sounded good. Later, I mentioned that I'd heard there was also turquoise, and that he had a sister to buy stuff for too.

So, when he met me at the airport, he showed me this cool silver necklace. Coily like. Then, on the train, he showed me a turquoise piece he'd got for his sister, and one for me.

Then, a bit later, he pulled out another turquoise piece.

"Just so you know," he said, "there aren't any others."

I wasn't entirely surprised to see a #2, but #3 startled me.

Oh, and he brought back some sharp booze that I really must try when I'm not medicated or recovering from breathing in too many moldy map spores.