Back to the 'Craft/Rehash of the New Haven trek

For the first time in a few weeks, Ben and I hit up the 'Craft. delicious, as always, and we finagled some brownies, as "payment" for the unusually long wait we had. It always surprises me when the 'wichcraft line is short and the wait is brief; the food is good enough and the atmosphere pleasant enough that I would expect the line to be around the corner....but it never is. So I was annoyed today when my expectation of popularity were met by the various young professionals from the nearby banks, firms and publishing houses, with their skirt/jacket combos or bright pastel buttondowns.
Ben had the cheddar, I had the flank steak. We were pleased.

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Ben and I discussed the eventual grad school challenges, including housing and its scarcity and the virtues of living on campus. A few months ago, Ben and I joined our friends Ed, Will and Nick for a couple of days in beautiful New Haven. Ed is a grad student in English at some local community college up there. I was instantly enamored with grad school life versus my current situation: Ed's job was to read and study all day (he also instructs students a bit), and write and think about the work he is passionate about, and to do it all in a gorgeous university setting. Awesome. He seemed very happy.
Anyway, it was a great weekend, and great to see three guys I rarely see (Ben, I see you not enough but more than those others). My general sequence: I did two hours of work on the Saturday morning, met Will and Ben at grand Central Station, read Will's camp brochure, arrived in New Haven, walked to Ed's house, bumped into Nick at the threshold, set our stuff down, went for burgers at a famous burger place, bought beers, sat around, played zoom schwartz, eat Ed's girlfriend's casserole, went to some Yalie party, watched the slam dunk contest, retreated til morning, crashed on Ed's roommate's fouton, awoke, said good-bye to Nick, had brunch, played hearts, threw a football around, wandered into the university common room, watched hoops, and headed our separate ways.