Only Downhill from There

Before my day became perhaps one of the worst ever (long story, but maybe I should consider changing careers), it was essentially fantastic! I worked, I did some time at the library, I had a fantastic audition, saw Millie for coffee, and then I was having dinner.

At dinner, my new favorite place ever (CHICKEN BAR on 45th and 8th), I was sitting, having a Number 3 (crispy chicken, lettuce, tomato, mayo, honey mustard, fries, and coke -- with ice) and looking out the window down 45th street. The lights were glowing, the traffic bustling, the people moving. And these girls were stopped waiting to cross the street. And one looked at me, and then said something to her friend who then also looked at me. I, of course, looked away because I figured they must be mocking me for having hat hair, or mayo on my chin or something. But when I looked back, one blew me a kiss and crossed the street.

(and then later, I saw her friend give her ten dollars)