"Hey!" (from behind me.) I turn.
"Hey!" I respond, recognizing a group of friends, also randomly assembled at the bar. "What are you doing?"
"Charity poker event. I came in eighth."
"Cool, man. What's the charity for?"
"Graduate film students who've maxed out their credit cards paying for school."
There are days when I randomly run into people I know in this vast city, and it makes me happy, appreciating how a city of nearly 10 million people can self-select into a series of interconnected villages.
Then there are days when some incredibly inane, insular comment pierces my consciousness and I wonder what the fuck I'm doing here.
Rarely are the two days combined into a single, 2-minute event.