So far I am surviving in New York City despite the apparent neon sign on my forehead which is flashing CLUELESS TOURIST. And we have been carefully feeding and watering Chris with hypoallergenic substances so that I don’t have to either jab her with her EpiPen or administer CPR while we call 911.
Walking around in a city of—what, eighty gazillion people?—made me realize in a whole new way that I require a certain amount of personal space to feel sane. Being pressed in by throngs of people very much makes me want to scream. Loudly. Not that anyone would notice, here.
Since meeting up with Chris at the train station I have:
… nearly dropped a suitcase on the head of an elderly couple.
… stepped onto the subway to find myself face-to-face with someone I went to college with whom I haven’t seen since graduation. (Who is also someone that Otto knows, so after 10 seconds of chatting I said, “Remember Otto? We’re getting married!”)
… had a native spontaneously offer up subway directions purely because Chris and I appeared so pitiful.
… laughed at Chris for getting stuck in a turnstile due to poor luggage control.
… taken the right train, but in the wrong direction.
… stepped off the curb in front of a large truck that was not planning on stopping, which then honked at me AND shouted obscenities. Thank you!
… paid $4 for a diet coke.
… ridden in a stretch limo with an extremely good-looking bunch of women.
… been dared to stand up through the moon roof of a limo, topless. (Did I do it? Hint: it’s 40 degrees out.)
… walked around a deli and settled on a yogurt and a fruit salad, only to see the man behind us in line buying only 4 hard-boiled eggs and a few cucumber slices.
… finally taken off my (fabulous, pointy, PAINFUL) boots and kicked back in the hotel room here with Chris and Rita, and Rita brought wine. Rita is so pretty.
Having a couple of nice folks and a snack and some wine and a bit of peace and quiet overseen by a hotel gorilla is a lovely antidote to an overwhelming afternoon.
Happy Love Thursday. To celebrate, I’m going to try not to get run over tomorrow, either.