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Tuesday night #serendipity. (Xposted from @itrustthechef, if you're wondering where my food pix went!)
i have so much i want to say about this weekend, but what really sums it up is that it was meant to be. it's like the universe wanted to smack me over the head and say "just buy the damn ticket already, wouldya hon?" andrew on work documents, andrew on bus signs, andrew in ice cream containers, and the realization that i haven't seen andrew in three weeks are compelling arguments for impulsivity. (also, the last-minute flight deal helped. :D )
and that all crystallizes when i walk onto the train at rosslyn, head full of the plans to meet up with my co-conspirators* at a thai restaurant near andrew's apartment in order to pull off this eleventh-hour surprise visit.
and he's sitting there, in a two-seater right by the door, looking somewhat bemused and confused and stunned and happy at the sight of me and barely able to form the word "... hello." of all the possible trains we could have been on, of all the doors i could have chosen to board that train, it worked out to be that one.
in the end, i think this actually made for a better surprise than just meeting up at sawatdee, because only serendipity could have made this train thing happen. :D
meant. to. be. :)
(and a public thank you to grace for encouraging my impulsive streak and the blessings of happenstance that breeds, even though, dammit, i didn't get to see her and peter this weekend ;P)
( PWXR: a nerdy timeline )
Update 4/17/22: FOR THE RECORD, I WOULD LIKE TO NOTE THAT I HAD ABSOLUTELY PERFECT TIMING ON THE METRO TRANSFER AT ROSLYN FROM THE BLUE LINE SCURRYING DOWNSTAIRS TO THE ORANGE LINE WITH THE TRAIN PULLING IN RIGHT AS I HIT THE ESCALATOR. If only more trains had such perfect schedule execution!
and that all crystallizes when i walk onto the train at rosslyn, head full of the plans to meet up with my co-conspirators* at a thai restaurant near andrew's apartment in order to pull off this eleventh-hour surprise visit.
and he's sitting there, in a two-seater right by the door, looking somewhat bemused and confused and stunned and happy at the sight of me and barely able to form the word "... hello." of all the possible trains we could have been on, of all the doors i could have chosen to board that train, it worked out to be that one.
in the end, i think this actually made for a better surprise than just meeting up at sawatdee, because only serendipity could have made this train thing happen. :D
meant. to. be. :)
(and a public thank you to grace for encouraging my impulsive streak and the blessings of happenstance that breeds, even though, dammit, i didn't get to see her and peter this weekend ;P)
( PWXR: a nerdy timeline )
Update 4/17/22: FOR THE RECORD, I WOULD LIKE TO NOTE THAT I HAD ABSOLUTELY PERFECT TIMING ON THE METRO TRANSFER AT ROSLYN FROM THE BLUE LINE SCURRYING DOWNSTAIRS TO THE ORANGE LINE WITH THE TRAIN PULLING IN RIGHT AS I HIT THE ESCALATOR. If only more trains had such perfect schedule execution!
