Hejira

 

 

and she lands back home

January 1. 2001

the mummers on market street:

mummer

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mummer

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mummer

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1 train

picture of the 1 train in Manhattan. this turned out so well I had to include it.

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I have an alarmingly bad and boring track record when it comes to New Year's Eves. Most of them involved me either a) sleeping through it entirely, or b) being busy doing something and not even notice that it had passed midnight, or c) being really lame and staying home with my parents. Last year was actually the exception to that rule. I went to a friend's house, which was full of people from high school that had some sort of covert animosity towards me (and once they were inebriated enough, didn't hesitate to tell me so). I got pretty fucked up, but was sober enough to realize that the guy who I had randomly hooked up with three days before hadn't showed up as promised. And with him went the potential of some more action and perhaps even a half hearted kiss at midnight.

(FYI, just so you think I am not that kind of girl, I do not do random hook ups that often. In fact, the one described above was my only one, and it just stupid enough to make me want to never do it again)

But yes, I was looking forward to the kiss at midnight, cause I never had one. The party last year consisted of mostly couples and those who weren't attached paired off in time for midnight. It figures that an odd number of people were there. 2000 had a sucky beginning, I was hoping 2001 would be better. Me and the boyfriend holed up in his cozy little apartment with a bottle of champagne and our usual staples of salt and vinegar pringles and pepsi. It was a perfect night waiting to happen.

I crept back into bed after checking my email and snuggled up next to John. Last time I remember looking at the clock it was 11:15. Next time I looked at it it was 2 something. "I slept through midnight...didn't get to kiss you...champagne..." I wailed groggily to John, who was half asleep as well. I felt like such a schmuck. Here I am, in New York City, the capital of New Year's Eve, and I sleep through it.

I woke up more fully at 4 something, and John was awake too. We reflected on the sheer ridiculousness of this, and untouched champagne. I hope it keeps for our anniversary in February. But still...no kiss. I will have to wait until 2001 for a New Year's Eve midnight kiss. Good thing in the meantime I have someone I can kiss any day of the year.

We went to the Dorian Cafe for breakfast. I got a turkey club and french fries (at 10:15 am, how I love being a grownup), and John got some sort of omelette and potatoes. What a perfect meal. What perfect company. What a perfect year waiting to happen.

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The bus ride home was annoying, it was crowded and I had to pee the whole time, but rather risk my life trying to use the bathroom in a moving vehicle, I waited until I got to the bus station. Which was really not that much better, now that I think of it.

As I came out of the bus station and headed for the subway, I heard some very loud, obnoxious, fratboy music playing. As I neared Market Street, I realized what it was - the Mummer's Parade. I had quite forgotten it was today. I stopped and took a few pictures. The costume were gorgeous and colorful and looked like something that would show up on Bourbon Street on Halloween.

After the usual subway-subway-bus ride home (god, I wish I lived farther downtown), I landed back in my apartment. I felt like I had been away for a week, rather than three days. But it was nice to be home, back in my little castle.

One Year Ago:
"I got mostly money from my aunts and uncles. I've gotten to the stage where they're thinking, "Well, we don't know what you like or what to get you, so here's $50."