I'm nursing

... a cold! hah. feeling miserable and going to crawl into bed any minute now. Came home from work an hour early, things were dead there anyhow. Went to a friend from work's birthday party last night, michael was sick (I'm sure he gave me the cold, blame blame blame) and no easy sitters so it was just me. Traipsing down Bedford Ave in Willamsburg at 8 at night, it got dicier the farther I went and i kept looking down the streets to my right, knowing I had to eventually go 2 blocks in that direction. By the time I reached her street and wandered down to #50, i was at an old warehouse a block from the water. Williamsburg's made a name as far as converted warehouses go, and this was a truly rustic one. iron steps up to a dark doorway with a panel of buzzer numbers. i got buzzed in an told to take the elevator to the 3rd floor, which i did once I found it. The main door led into a big grey room with grey doors in several places, a big mostly full and somewhat stinky dumpster, cases of empty beer bottles, an old monitor and dusty keyboard, and an old bike I think. As many elevators in nyc have swing doors just like any old room, I eventually found the one with the button next to it and pressed it. You have to watch for it to come thru the tiny window, and then open the door yourself once it comes. Someone was waiting for me on the 3rd floor and took me to their apartment, there are no numbers or signs or any such thing, just an old hardwood floored hallway, whiteish grey walls and very high ceilings. Their apt was very cool, and something that pre-dov would have me quite jealous and even now i feel a twinge. nice kitchen and bath, long hallway with a slightly raised room to the right, then opening out into a huge room with big windows, a skyline view, painted white beam ceiling, and tons o plants and lived in furniture and lots of artwork. Turns out her boyfriend was studied fine art before becoming a techie/salesey guy. Very low key and nice, I didn't know anyone else there but felt pretty well at home. Watched The Party (old peter sellers movie) which was totally hilarious and kept reminding me of my cousin eric and my grandfather both. Finally learned the source of the lovely quote "birdie num nums!" Ate pizza and salad, drank cider, and laughed. Watched part of A Shot in the Dark, another of his movies, but everyone got tired and went home. I powerwalked back to the subway, endured the G train running shuttle, and was home before midnight. perhaps the fact that I didn't get to bed till 1:30 helped the cold along, so as to not repeat the performance, me go now ...