|Sigh.| I was heading to the gym on Sunday to get in a quick run before my friend's girlfriend's dog's birthday party, and ended up in some trouble. I guess it had been a long time since I've been to the gym, since I completely forgot to take my keys with me. Normally, that wouldn't have been so bad (defining 'normally' as 'any other day in the last 6 months or so), but (as I discussed with a neighbor on the elevator ride down to the ground floor), the cold blustery wind was a clear indicator of the fact that we have turned a corner and met winter coming in the other direction.

My lacrosse shorts and muscle shirt, then, were not weather appropriate. Although come to think of it, I suppose I'd have trouble thinking of anything for which a pair of lacrosse shorts and a muscle shirt are appropriate attire. Kind of begs the question 'Why, then, do you have at least three of each?' Continue to beg, you'll get no response.

Since I did have my gym clothes on, and a real need to stay warm, I did end up going for a run. I ran to Ben's apartment, because I thought he had my keys. Wasn't home. Of course, as it turns out, he didn't have my keys either, so no real loss there. Then I ran up to another friends apartment on 14th. The first time I used the call box, I got no answer. I was about to get despondent (as Ally was in Brooklyn, and my lips were starting to turn blue), but then I realized that there was only a very slim chance that they were going to answer the phone on the first try. Called up again, and I got an answer!

So huge. Friends provided warmth, money for a subway, and a phone with which to hunt down my girlfriend. Had I been thinking clearly, I would have asked for some warming whiskey, and maybe a pair of pants. But my mind was befuddled (partially with the cold, but I think more so with the shock of actually exercising. This is something which has been less than a habit over the last couple of months, and no part of me is used to it anymore).

The rest was relatively mundane - taking a subway into Brookyn, getting the keys, taking a subway back from Brooklyn to Manhattan, finding that since Ally was rehearsing for a show and dressed up as a sexy ringmaster, I got flustered and forgot to ask to borrow a little money from her, and so only had a dollar for the bus causing me to have to to walk back from 14th street to the apartment, getting home and taking a warm warm shower. Worth mentioning, though, is the subway ride - everyone all bundled up in their fall / winter coats and boots, and me standing by the door of the subway in not-even-a-t-shirt and shorts. All the hipsters thinking 'who is this complete moron,' and me smiling like an idiot.

Good times.