Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Wing It on Foot
For months now I’ve been putting off going the bank in person. Part of the problem is that I can’t remember how to get there. It’s only Tribeca.
This bank was close to two of my past offices. I went to that area by subway for at least a year, almost daily. Now I can’t even be sure which station I want. This knowledge has just fallen out of my brain.
I know that my bank is near Bubby’s, who has that great pie and mac n cheese. I remember going there for lunch with Adam, Dan, and Jeremiah. I remember walking down that street and the corner where Jeremiah fixed how I wore the lapels of my new coat, because he can’t help but fuss and critique when he’s right, and that the lapels are fixed open like that to this day.
Then I remember the time at Derrick‘s birthday party when I was having “a bad face day” and Jer told me I was wearing too much powder, but in a nice way, and besides, I knew I was. Then we all danced, The Russian picked me up and swung me around, I got dizzy and escaped by bending backwards until my hands touched the floor. I tucked and rolled back. I break-danced and got down, and got two big splinters from the unkept wood floor, one in my hip through my jeans, and one in my palm. I showed them to people, pulled them out, and kept dancing.
Charles was there. He was smiling. I was wearing a handmade “special thanks to my vagina” shirt with the zipper opening at the neck that I’d bought at a rock show that he had taken me to, earlier that month.
When The Russian drove me home in his pickup truck (how surreal! a personal vehicle in brooklyn!) my clothes and hands were dusty and filthy from the floor. I couldn’t remember the Russian’s name, Peter, something obvious. We had worked together but not really together. I didn’t make out with him or anything. It wasn’t like that.
All this was two and three years ago.
Meanwhile, I just had to look up a simple transfer to the 2,3, that I have made at least 600 times. Except this time I transfer from Jay Street. I plan to get out where I think I need to be, then wing it on foot.
Wing it on foot? heh
Oh my filling head.
Today’s lesson: sometimes you have to figure out how to get to an old place in a new way, and it’s not as easy as you’d think.
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