There will be absinthe

I can tell already, this is going to be a convoluted one. I was trying to think of how to cut the fat and make a concise post, but it will be significantly easier to just type and see if I can get to my point.

This morning, I finished my applications for Queens College and Hunter College. Despite the fact that I put Hunter as my first choice, I realized that I had never actually seen it. It was a beautiful day, and I needed an excuse not to do any homework, so I decided to take the subway in and check it out.

I was set to take the bus to the F train, but it turned out Catie was driving toward the Briarwood F stop. Before we left, we talked to her mom for a bit, who gave me some magazines and papers to read while I was on the train.

The train ride in was a bit long, and coming out of the F stop at 63st and Lexington felt like climbing out of the depths of hell. Seriously. It was two escalators and three flights of stairs underground. Climbing that twice a day would be some workout. That area of the city is gorgeous, but Hunter itself was unimpressive; two or three large buildings. I decided to wander around like I knew where I was. I took the escalators up a few flights. In retrospect, they kind of reminded me of the Warren Towers escalators, but at that point I was just curious what was on the next floor.

It was so crowded. I get it, its a college, whatever--but I'm talking packed. Every seat I passed was occupied, every table surrounded, and every stretch of undisturbed ground had students sitting around. I didn't want anybody to see me walk directly off the up escalator and onto the down one, so I wandered around until I hit a Career Expo.

The Career Expo was enough--it was time to go. I headed out, and decided to walk over to the NY Presbyterian hospital to ask for a volunteer application. Long story short, I walked in the wrong direction, hit Central Park, turned around, made it there, got intimidated by the tremendous size, and settled for some McDonalds instead.

I walked back to the subway, and decided to see what Catie's mom had passed along to me. Now, I don't know if this was intentional or not, but the first paper read "The 3rd Annual Bar Awards: Winners and Losers." Sounded good to me! I browsed through--and there it was (wait, I have to find the exact title for you)---Best Bar At Which To Realize That Absinthe Kind of Tastes Like Cough Medicine. Apparently, I don't have to go to Europe to get my hands on the stuff, just a subway over to Chinatown.

I want to scope it out and see if it looks ligit or not (i.e., if it looks like a craphole that won't card.)

So I read the magazine the rest of the way to Jamaica. For whatever reason, I was a tad nervous to switch from the subway to the bus, but then I got out at 179th street and remembered that I'm from Queens and that I didn't actually give two shits about taking the bus. The only thing that was bit sketchy was that the Q46 stop was directly in front of a rather crowded OTB.

Hollis never seemed so huge, but I got to see where the nearest Popeyes is located, so the bus ride wasn't a total wash (it's in Queens Village by Van Buren. My girls from home--WE ARE GOING SOON.)

I got back to Bellerose, and I must say, it looked rather nice with the sun shining.

So that was my day. And the point was that eventually, I will get my hands on absinthe...and Popeyes (?)


If this was a paper, I don't know what the thesis would be.