Wednesday afternoon it rained, hard. We smoked pot & went to see Sideways & afterwards we drank wine in the city & then Thursday Helen made samosas & mimosas & there was dancing in the kitchen & smoking in the living room & somehow the turkey got carved & I got a pounding headache off the champagne & left with three new paintings. Friday we thought about getting out of town but we didn't. Instead we sat around the loft & I plucked my eyebrows in the stark big-windowed daylight of the living room while he showered. We made it to see SpongeBob in the afternoon. Saturday we ice-skated in the park, around & around. A woman fell on the ice, a middle-aged woman in a lavender coat. She wasn't moving. Before they brought a stretcher out to her they coned her off so we couldn't get near, but everybody slowed down when they passed.
Now's our chance, I said,
while they're distracted by the incident
over there.
So we skated to the other side of the rink & took sips from the bottle of Jack he was hiding in his coat & then we skated around some more. Afterwards we craved hot dogs & horror movies, simultaneously; rushing back to Brooklyn we stepped in together thru the turnstile because my fare card had run out. A split second later three uniformed cops were coming towards us. So there we were detained at Union Square, in a grim circle of an underground room, getting a $60 summons each for trying to cheat the subway. & when we got home I couldn't move, from the skating, from the summonses, & in the morning we woke up at 8 because my apartment had flooded overnite. A Bob Dylan record was adrift & a few postcards & a bra & the usual receipts & old papers. E. very carefully unplugged all the cords from the outlets while I waited in the living room with Sara. The rain was coming down in torrents & we drank orange juice in front of the television & looked up plumbers in the yellow pages.
Last nite my bedroom was dry again but I couldn't sleep & it was terrible. I finished the Sunday crossword minus three squares & the entire Acrostic puzzle which I normally never touch plus the rest of the magazine too (minus a sports-related article), & then I read all of Sunday Styles, all of the Week in Review, & a 3-page-long, extremely moving article on AIDS in Africa from the perspective of a village in Swaziland. I think I finally fell asleep around 4, reading about the election in the Ukraine. Now feeling very informed but very tired too. Too tired to keep writing tho I feel like I probably have more to say.
The best things about today have been reading this very
perfect post from one of my favorite bloggers & finding out that my boss isn't coming in today. The worst thing is I haven't had any breakfast yet & I want to go back to sleep.
