It was not until I saw him standing on Second Avenue, smoking a cigarette Sunday morning, that I was reminded how much I miss him as a daily presence in my life. For over a year, I saw him every single weekday, and most of them he made me laugh, and he is also the first friend I made when I moved to the city the first time.

I saw CK Sunday morning. I emphasize “morning” because he decided we should get to the Libertarian meet-up we were planning on attending at 10:30, instead of 1 PM. I thought this was idiotic, but went along. And you know, I now further understand why people are so turned off to Libertarian Party. I mean, people who want to be left alone are the type generally attracted to Libertarianism. But these people were definitely suffering from the geek social afflictions that Ellie posted about last week  We were swarmed. CK was freaked out, and dragged me out of there.

Because CK has always had me wrapped around his finger (not in any romantic sense) I didn’t really protest. Desperation is really ugly. Just leave us alone and let us be here.

Oh and of course the short time we were there I was the only woman in the room. Earlier, CK had teased me, when we were wondering aloud wtf we were doing out so early on a Sunday, if I was using the event to pick up Libertarian men. “I’m not going to be your Libertarian wingman Rachel. It’s too early for that. I can’t believe you got me out of bed this early.” “I didn’t hold a gun to your head,” I replied, the perfect LIbertarian response. But apparently, I’m really predictable, because I had already been accused of using the event for the same reasons. I’m glad everyone realizes what my priorities are.

And so I let him buy me brunch and then we walked around the East Village. He made me laugh a lot, as usual. We exchanged our typical cynicism and pragmatism (prag-mat-a-a-cist) and had our little silences where we both realize; “Damn. That’s accurate.”

We hugged  good-bye before getting on the subway, and we made vows to get Ukranian food & beer sooner, rather than later. I delayed going home by stopping at the Strand, and having conversations in the history section. At home, I started cooking a giant pot of stew and watched My So Called Life DVDs. I really shouldn’t be so anti-social, but the morning was social enough for me.