Partying is Snow Much Fun
No, I'm not talking about skiing down a mountain of ya-yo partying on Jersey Shore. Focus. I am referring to the second consecutive weekend thinking I would freeze to death outside trying to return to my home in Manhattan from a party outside of Manhattan. As you all know --- the following shit only happens to me.
Last Saturday. New Brunswick. Oh, say, one hour away by train. Ventured out there on perhaps THE coldest day of the year, the coldest day in the past two years, the coldest day EVER.
On the way back, my friend Maria dropped Jinjue and I off at the Edison train station. Train scheduled to arrive 10 minutes after my arrival. 10 coldest minutes ever. Get my point? Good. It was freaking cold. At last, light. Bright Amtrak lights. Hooray. Wait, what? Why did the train stop? More waiting. Wait, what? Why is the train riding by on the middle track? Is that our train? Can't be. But this is the time it is schedule to arrive. No….. Nah…. Utter confusion at the station. People gather, people talk . . . that . . . was… the… train. We were supposed to board at the far end of the track. WTF?!?!?
Who knew that? Like two people. Two people who pulled off in the warm. Two people who didn't call everyone else down. Two people who can get the middle finger. Two people plus the train conductor can get the finger. Plus a customer service rep who will get an ear full from me, the Black Larry David, as soon as I get around to it. When is the next train? One hour. Where is the cab stand? And two New Yorkers yelling – Wait you want how much?!?!? But the cab is warm. Vamos!
Last night. Queens. Blizzard. Running into the wind, literally, with no gloves and a bottle of wine. Arrive. Melting. Host ---let me get you a towel. Party. Chat. The usual. Time to leave. 1am. Snow has not let up. Running back. Wait where is the subway? I don't remember coming this far. Though I couldn't really see where I was going. What's that? Cab stuck in the snow. Blocking my path. Catholic guilt. I'll push. I'll push and push and fall down and push and push. And push the cab into a ditch on the other side of the street. Stuck again! I'll push from the front. Headlight in the eye, but at least no kick up from the tires. Push and push and push and fall. Determination, cab is free and I take off running again.
Where is the fucking subway? Call Jinjue, she is awake . . . working, to share the story; she's believe it --- we have this theory that this shit only happens to me. Hang up. More running. Lost like JACK in The Shining. Danny, D-a-n-n-y, I'm going to get you Danny boy. Alas, strangers. Strangers --- where is the subway? Oh, back that way. Two blocks back that way, take a right, two blocks, take a left one block. WHAT?!?!?! Directions were dead on. Subway. Warm. 45 minutes, brick breaker. Home.
Last Saturday. New Brunswick. Oh, say, one hour away by train. Ventured out there on perhaps THE coldest day of the year, the coldest day in the past two years, the coldest day EVER.
On the way back, my friend Maria dropped Jinjue and I off at the Edison train station. Train scheduled to arrive 10 minutes after my arrival. 10 coldest minutes ever. Get my point? Good. It was freaking cold. At last, light. Bright Amtrak lights. Hooray. Wait, what? Why did the train stop? More waiting. Wait, what? Why is the train riding by on the middle track? Is that our train? Can't be. But this is the time it is schedule to arrive. No….. Nah…. Utter confusion at the station. People gather, people talk . . . that . . . was… the… train. We were supposed to board at the far end of the track. WTF?!?!?
Who knew that? Like two people. Two people who pulled off in the warm. Two people who didn't call everyone else down. Two people who can get the middle finger. Two people plus the train conductor can get the finger. Plus a customer service rep who will get an ear full from me, the Black Larry David, as soon as I get around to it. When is the next train? One hour. Where is the cab stand? And two New Yorkers yelling – Wait you want how much?!?!? But the cab is warm. Vamos!
Last night. Queens. Blizzard. Running into the wind, literally, with no gloves and a bottle of wine. Arrive. Melting. Host ---let me get you a towel. Party. Chat. The usual. Time to leave. 1am. Snow has not let up. Running back. Wait where is the subway? I don't remember coming this far. Though I couldn't really see where I was going. What's that? Cab stuck in the snow. Blocking my path. Catholic guilt. I'll push. I'll push and push and fall down and push and push. And push the cab into a ditch on the other side of the street. Stuck again! I'll push from the front. Headlight in the eye, but at least no kick up from the tires. Push and push and push and fall. Determination, cab is free and I take off running again.
Where is the fucking subway? Call Jinjue, she is awake . . . working, to share the story; she's believe it --- we have this theory that this shit only happens to me. Hang up. More running. Lost like JACK in The Shining. Danny, D-a-n-n-y, I'm going to get you Danny boy. Alas, strangers. Strangers --- where is the subway? Oh, back that way. Two blocks back that way, take a right, two blocks, take a left one block. WHAT?!?!?! Directions were dead on. Subway. Warm. 45 minutes, brick breaker. Home.
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