Last Saturday 'till Sunday 7 in the moring

Last Saturday, I had a BBQ party for 30th birthday at Staten Island. People were nice and I had so much fun with working for them. Simply, my job was to grill some hamburg, hot Dog, and kebabs for the people at the party so that they didn't have to worry about food and could enjoy more the party. The job was simple but since I work close to clients, I had to make them satisfied with what I do. Everything I cooked had to be perfect and made them happy.

Overall, I think I did good job because people were so happy about it and I was also happy to serve them as well.

The weather on Saturday didn't help to have sunny day BBQ. Raining was on and off, so a half of people who had been invited didn't show up. It was too bad for them because they couldn't enjoy my cooking. Many people asked my card. They planed to have a BBQ just like this one and would need someone to take care the grill. I said will happy to do that. I don't know how many parties I can hook up but in case I have many parties, I probably would need more cooks.

After the party, I took Staten Island Ferry to the subway station and took subway to Grand

Central station. Guess what happen next... The Station was temporary close until 5.15 am. When I get there the time was 1.30 am. The train schedule to Poukeepsie was supposed to be at 2 am. I thought I would go back to the dorm room around 4, but since the train station was closed, I had to wait until re-opening time. I was shocked. I did not know what to do. I was little hungry, so I walked to 42nd streets to get some munch. For the first time last 4 month, I had McDonald. The time was almost 2 am and there was no choice but Maggy. I ate the bugger as slow as I can; otherwise I had no chance to kill the times. After the shitty Burger, I wondered around the town. I had many things to carry and, more importantly, since I didn't have a government issued ID, I couldn't go to any pubs. I just walked back to the station in order to find any hope. I asked a station officer when the station opened. He said at 5.15, and, at that time, the clock pointed at 2.30. There were many people to wait the station to open. I saw a girl, she is one the picture. She was writing something. Not other people, she looked like a traveler. Just because I was also a traveller and she seemed to nice, I sat next her and then I started talking to her. We both were bored to wait until 5.15, so it was, I guess, good to have a conversation.

Her name is Elizabeth from Canada and she studies Art at far upper parts of New York State. She was on the way to Connecticut to meet her brother. I don't normally do that but I asked her if I can take a photo of her. I figured that taking a photo of her baggage and her would make great shot. She was cool with that and we both like the photos that I took.

When the station was reopened, we said good bye each other. Once I saw the train schedule to Poukeepsie, it was absolutely joke. The time reopening the station was 5.15 and the first train to there was at 7.45. I stood up all night to get in the station and I had to wait another 2 more fucking hours to get on the train. I bought a ticket and I wonder around like a lost kid.

Luckily, I met Elizabeth again. Her train to Connecticut was at 7.15. While I was with her and suddenly wanted to have a cub of coffee, the caffeine power to wake up. I suggested her if she wanted to drink. She said yes and we went to Starbucks in the station.

In just 5 hours, I had so much fun with her. Without her, I would have so bored hours. I wish she could be my good friend. I wish we would keep in touch each other. I really thank to her kindness and bright smile.

From Saturday to 7 in Sunday morning, I met many good people and had so much fun. I aways believe there are more good people than bad people in the world. I hope everyone is good person