The other evening I decided I needed an evening to just regroup, catch up on sleep, and just pull myself together. I headed out with Doug so we could take the train back to Astoria together. My usual thing is to just hop on the 7 right beside CVS and barely in the hectic Grand Central...then transfer at Queensboro Plaza, stand there and enjoy the view of Manhattan until the N or W comes and then walk about 10 blocks home. Well I decided with Doug to try and take the 6 and then transfer at 59th & Lex. to the R which would take me only 2 blocks from my apartment. This would be perfect because I was tired, hot, cranky, and just wanted to rip my clothes off and lay down. We wait forever for the 6 and to no avail...it felt like it was about 100 degrees in the train station...while we were sweating our balls off more and more people came and waited in line. Alas...a train comes...the doors open and the usual struggle of people wanting to not lose their standing space on the train being pushed by the people desperate to get off ensued.....I often find this part amusing-however I was not amused and nor was I went the experience has continued throughout the rest of this week. The funniest thing is seeing 50 people attempt to push their way onto the most crowded train, and while they literally hurl themselves onto the car I continue to see the minutes pass away on my watch. I stand there amazed that someone actually thinks because they are standing holding the doors open barely on the train that they will actually get in. What's worse is when people get into verbal fights about this....ok no big deal, right? Well...usually not since there are usually plenty of 4, 5, or 6 express trains running. Something odd has been happening lately-you wait.....continue to wait...and wait some more....and there's no train. So this morning I left Greg's apartment extremely early since the commute from Brooklyn is longer than mine....my goal was to get to E. 42nd in enough time to not have to rush, to get into the office and have time to fix my espresso, coffee, bagel, and to just breathe a bit before opening the office doors. I left Brooklyn and stepped onto the Q right at 7:31. I opened Kathleen Turner's autobiography (which I just can't seem to put down right now) and was engulfed in those pages until my stop at Union Square-where I transfer to the 6. The time flew by with me only looking up once right before the Canal St. stop...just to see the gorgeous view of The Statue of Liberty and Manhattan that is oh so famous. This is the one point in the day sometimes when I can be a tourist again-and another point that reminds me that I'm in this amazing and crazy city that I've always loved. I get off my stop and have to push through the usual crowds but I walk and look at the time thinking that I can relax a bit because it has just turned 8:01. I of course miss the first train as I'm running down the stairs...I stand in line and of course 5 minutes goes by before another train comes...it comes and the pushing starts...a man actually gets pushed out of the car by EVERYONE in it because he was just rude. I stand there laughing my ass off...another 5 minutes goes by...no train...and determined to get on the next one I decide that when it comes I will push my ass onto that train. Finally the train arrives...I push my way in...scrunched in between two high school students talking so loud I can hear them over my ipod AND the train....then I have mr. smelly arm pits who appeared to have just come from the gym standing in front of me with his arms literally in my face. As I squirmed out of the train John Denver's COUNTRY ROADS appropriately came onto my iPod. I continued to walk through the crowds....dreaming about driving a car to get somewhere....seeing grass, trees, hills, mountains, and listening to the radio. Thinking about how in my car it would be ME and ONLY ME and my music....ahhhh! And then I got out of the station and onto Lexington Ave. and breathed....I remembered car insurance, the price of gas, car problems, and all kinds of other things...and I gave a big smile to mass transportation-regardless of how fucked up it might be. :)
On another note....
I was surprised to read that Delta Burke checked herself into the psych. ward of a hospital for numerous reasons. Even more stunned was I to read how the press seemed to make this such a negative thing that she checked herself in. We all have problems...I wish people would just back the fuck off sometimes and let people work through things. Who knows...I'm not in Hollywood yet....so perhaps this is something else....but regardless I hope she gets better.
Also scary is the whole Britney thing. I blogged a while back about how much I hate her...how much I hate the situation. In all honesty right now I still really don't care-but this shit is quite fucked up with her. I'm waiting for the morning when I pass the newstands and I see the front page of the papers say "Spears Dead At 26!" So sad...just goes to show you that no amount of money, fame, or power can really cure the common aching of the human soul.
Happy Friday!
buon weekend-
Justin
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