last nite we went to a birthday party. sadly when event such as this should become item on the evening's to-do list, i start to realize what dorks we are. You mean we have to get on the L train? you mean we have to go hangout with a bunch of folks that we often spend a lot of energy on trying to avoid?
alright, it's not that bad. but that train...oy. It's a pain in the arse to say the least. well, maybe not that bad. but when you're wearing a big, super puffy, bright blue jacket that makes you look like you're wearing football pads on your shoulders and you've just walked out of the 30 degree weather into a hot steamy subway station only to wait 10-20 minutes for the hell...er...L train...
Then we arrive at the party, and as to be expected everyone's already pretty well wasted because after all, we didnt arrive until well after 11 because his show doesnt get out until 1030. Alright, maybe not WELL after 11 but trust me, they were already far gone. Him and I had already decided that we would bust out of the madness in a short while...not being our bag and all...however, the hostess purchased the boy some bourbon just for the occasion and well, that was the end.
We had a nice time despite our previous grumblings. Company was good, the playstation2 was on (duh) and well, i always get a kick out of watching a group of my...erm...friends...wasted and running up and down the bowling alley apartment. Heck, there was even cake and hearty song of happy birthday.
Two hours later we left. Headed back to the L train. 10 minutes later (now that's a long ass time in an empty subway station...trust me on this one) the train showed up. While on the train, we came to the firm conclusion that the driver of the train must be new...how else can you explain rolling back at a train stop with the doors open...or the hault of a left foot tap. We prayed...okay, we joked...about our trip into manhattan as we reluctantly passed under the river at 80 million miles per hour.
Finally arriving at Union Square to make our transfer, we gleefully arrived at the Q train platform only to find that at 130am on a friday nite, it seems it's cleaning time. Ahh, the cool smell of bleach in the morning. Made the 10 minute wait at this station all the more thrilling. Especially when you cant even count on the passing train to bring you a cool refreshing breeze because, well, they just werent coming. So we stared at a guy across the platform as he washed the walls with bleach and wondered how often they went through this process. Drunk boy faked pushing me into the strong metal beams for a bit until he got bored and decided it was a lot nicer just to hug me. We calculated the time between the opposite track's Q train departure and our brooklyn bound Q's arrival. We stared in wonder at the platforms wildlife scurrying across the tracks. Eventually we just kinda stood there, ya know, waiting.
Low and behold. there it was. The Q train of justice! The train of life and love! The train HOME! It really wasnt nearly that dramatic but it sure as hell felt good to sit down after holding up the boy between the big metal beams and myself. Actually, maybe I was just pinning him so he wouldnt get the urge to play push-her-around-and-laugh-as-other-passengers-stare-in-wonder.
However, as soon as we exited the train at our humble little stop, he decided it was a perfect time to play make-her-slip-on-the-ice-by-grabbing-her-arm-and-running. Finally we made it back safe and sound and sat in our long awaited comfy chairs. happy birthday to you.
alright, it's not that bad. but that train...oy. It's a pain in the arse to say the least. well, maybe not that bad. but when you're wearing a big, super puffy, bright blue jacket that makes you look like you're wearing football pads on your shoulders and you've just walked out of the 30 degree weather into a hot steamy subway station only to wait 10-20 minutes for the hell...er...L train...
Then we arrive at the party, and as to be expected everyone's already pretty well wasted because after all, we didnt arrive until well after 11 because his show doesnt get out until 1030. Alright, maybe not WELL after 11 but trust me, they were already far gone. Him and I had already decided that we would bust out of the madness in a short while...not being our bag and all...however, the hostess purchased the boy some bourbon just for the occasion and well, that was the end.
We had a nice time despite our previous grumblings. Company was good, the playstation2 was on (duh) and well, i always get a kick out of watching a group of my...erm...friends...wasted and running up and down the bowling alley apartment. Heck, there was even cake and hearty song of happy birthday.
Two hours later we left. Headed back to the L train. 10 minutes later (now that's a long ass time in an empty subway station...trust me on this one) the train showed up. While on the train, we came to the firm conclusion that the driver of the train must be new...how else can you explain rolling back at a train stop with the doors open...or the hault of a left foot tap. We prayed...okay, we joked...about our trip into manhattan as we reluctantly passed under the river at 80 million miles per hour.
Finally arriving at Union Square to make our transfer, we gleefully arrived at the Q train platform only to find that at 130am on a friday nite, it seems it's cleaning time. Ahh, the cool smell of bleach in the morning. Made the 10 minute wait at this station all the more thrilling. Especially when you cant even count on the passing train to bring you a cool refreshing breeze because, well, they just werent coming. So we stared at a guy across the platform as he washed the walls with bleach and wondered how often they went through this process. Drunk boy faked pushing me into the strong metal beams for a bit until he got bored and decided it was a lot nicer just to hug me. We calculated the time between the opposite track's Q train departure and our brooklyn bound Q's arrival. We stared in wonder at the platforms wildlife scurrying across the tracks. Eventually we just kinda stood there, ya know, waiting.
Low and behold. there it was. The Q train of justice! The train of life and love! The train HOME! It really wasnt nearly that dramatic but it sure as hell felt good to sit down after holding up the boy between the big metal beams and myself. Actually, maybe I was just pinning him so he wouldnt get the urge to play push-her-around-and-laugh-as-other-passengers-stare-in-wonder.
However, as soon as we exited the train at our humble little stop, he decided it was a perfect time to play make-her-slip-on-the-ice-by-grabbing-her-arm-and-running. Finally we made it back safe and sound and sat in our long awaited comfy chairs. happy birthday to you.
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