Two and a half hours is too long to stay at work but not enough time to do something great, especially since it is late afternoon. Sure I could have hiked up to MOMA but I would have 45 minutes there before they closed, not worth it. So I texted the very few people I know that work in the city and none were available or wanted to hang out.
I won't lie, this set off a little depression...I look around the park and everyone seems to have friends. Sure a few people are at the moment alone but others soon join or maybe they at least have family to go home to.
I absolutely hate waiting in the city to do something at 7 or later. Not only does it mean I won't get home until late, but it also means finding something to do alone. If I knew before today that put plans were this late, I probably would not have agreed to meet them. I doubt any of them thought "what will denise do for two and a half hours" I mean, I can't even eat since we are having dinner. I don't want to drink alone and waste my calories/points, and my bag is to heavy to take a 10 mile walk.
Ah, another joy of being single and friendless.