Monday, September 6, 2010

Lost!

"Just because I'm losing,doesn't mean I'm lost..."
That's the sort of day yesterday. Everything that could possibly go wrong went wrong. But you know what? I was ecstatically happy.
First of all, someone took my wallet. 
Yup, out of the blue, my wallet and the keys attached were gone. 
So I spend the better part of yesterday afternoon calling my card company and canceling my cards and then getting the keys to my apartment copied. It seems that my key can only be copied at certain places since it was a special design. Thus we spent hours hunting for locksmiths with that specific machine. Luckily, one of my neighbors found one...
Without any bank cards and with all the banks closed on Sundays, I have no way to get money for ANYTHING. Since Monday is labor day, that's two days with no money, no I.D. In New York City. 
Then we found out that it would take another week before we could get internet in our apartment. Time Warner sucks. Really sucks. I was running on a bare minimum when it came to sleep. I was exhausted, out of underwear, feeling sick hungry as hell and still sleeping on the floor. 
But you know what? I was pretty happy. I'm in the city, loving the personal space, the neighbors, the sunshine and the music in the park. Life's really all right.
Walked around the city until almost morning with my best guy friend... Lets call him T.
We started out in Washington Square Park, where some guy was threatening to commit suicide by jumping out his window. Apparently he had a really terrible fight with his wife and well... decided suicide was the answer. The entire northeast corner of the Park was roped off and surrounded with police vehicles. Judging by the lack of splatter on the concrete today, I'm going to sat that he failed. 
Then we made our way over to the Hudson River, and sat on the docks watching the lights in Jersey glitter. There was a group of clearly intoxicated couples dancing slowly and sloppily to music blasting from someone's speakers. A chubby man in a tux slurred drunkenly that he's going to jump into the water. Someone else laughed and dared him. He started climbing the rails...
He's fine.
By the time I got home I was so exhausted I couldn't even drag myself to the two parties planned that night. I crawled into my sleeping bag and pretty much passed out.

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