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Friday night
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yoda4554 saved me from myself, like he has before, because he has that ridiculously generous streak. I went out to Astoria to a knitting night -- which really would have been fantastic, except that the girl in charge of hosting left off her apartment number in the invite. It was not clearly labeled on the buzzer, either. I couldn't find her phone number. I cursed, then I called yoda4554 and said, "I'm freezing and wandering around Astoria hoping she'll get my email, but I'm about to give up on this idea as a total fail. Can I visit you instead, even though I think you're on totally the wrong train from here?"
Most people would find that sort of last-minute randomness slightly obnoxious (and, for that matter, I'd be embarrassed to impose on many friends like that anyway) but Dave didn't bat an eyelash before going, "I'd love to see you. I think I am in fact totally on the wrong train, but let me get out my maps. I was going to go out to a movie, so I may have to leave in a bit, but I'll entertain you for an hour." Then he patiently got me out of Astoria, walked me out of getting lost, and didn't go out to his movie. Instead, he entertained me for three and a half hours, both of us laughing and chatting, and all of the chagrined "argh, so stupid" of the night just melted away.
Best Friday night ever.
yoda4554 saved me from myself, like he has before, because he has that ridiculously generous streak. I went out to Astoria to a knitting night -- which really would have been fantastic, except that the girl in charge of hosting left off her apartment number in the invite. It was not clearly labeled on the buzzer, either. I couldn't find her phone number. I cursed, then I called yoda4554 and said, "I'm freezing and wandering around Astoria hoping she'll get my email, but I'm about to give up on this idea as a total fail. Can I visit you instead, even though I think you're on totally the wrong train from here?" Most people would find that sort of last-minute randomness slightly obnoxious (and, for that matter, I'd be embarrassed to impose on many friends like that anyway) but Dave didn't bat an eyelash before going, "I'd love to see you. I think I am in fact totally on the wrong train, but let me get out my maps. I was going to go out to a movie, so I may have to leave in a bit, but I'll entertain you for an hour." Then he patiently got me out of Astoria, walked me out of getting lost, and didn't go out to his movie. Instead, he entertained me for three and a half hours, both of us laughing and chatting, and all of the chagrined "argh, so stupid" of the night just melted away.
Best Friday night ever.
