Tonight Mally and I decided to leave the hostel a bit early so we could do more sightseeing. Since we didn't want to take the subway all the way back North Central Park, we made some phone calls and adjusted plans. We're meeting Acole at Times Square in a few minutes before strolling across the Brooklyn Bridge.
We have people we call in New York to change plans for an open mic night where our friend is a regular. We're on the subway to Times Square. I am ridiculously excited by everything I just mentioned.
Malinda says having me do this is like having her own personal stenographer. I could live a life like this. I really, really could.
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