I dropped off my darling betrothed at the airport Saturday afternoon, work has sent him off to Oregon for a week. After a few minutes of feeling an acute loneliness, I didn't know what to do with myself. Then it hit me. I had about 42 hours to myself: GLORIOUS.
Whimsy would be my guide. I headed home and threw open the late-afternoon windows, letting in the sunshine & crisp air. A stack of lame CDs beckoned (Green Jelly? Why?) and I zoomed directly over to a shop in Fells Point where a tall rockstar gave me a $10 credit for 2 cds, and handed the rest back to me. I used my credit immediately and walked down the street happy, looking at the water and a bride and groom walking down the cobblestones.
I was then drawn down to the basement, a place in the house I rarely populate. I followed my instincts. Good call. As far as basements go, this one is rather bright with a nice light carpet. I eyed Scott's old stereo that has very good speakers. My new CDs! I poured a glass of wine and realized I was staring at some old boxes I have moved from apartment to apartment.
I tore right in. I grew a little misty going through all my old Chase Manhattan banking statements marked with my Gay Steet address (I used to always loose my housekeys, but would always save my bank statements?). Hilarious! A pie chart could demonstrate the three spending areas: rent, select vintage stores, dining out. Maybe a visit to a tailor. Thought nothing of droping $235 at La Jumelle. Ah. My old crew.
I came across an old inter-office envelope marked "Wired 1997". I have seen this one before, its moved with me several times. I'm not sure why, but when I left the company, I printed out nearly all my correspondences. At least 3 paper reems worth. I set up shop next to a good lamp and fastened the time capsule seat belt.
It was incredible. Countless emails between me and my friend Jackie-- I was struck at what a solid & great friendship we had! And what happened? I can tell you: I completely houdinied. Literally. A long story involving a Priceline blunder on a flight from NYC to LA had me miss her wedding at the very last minute...I was so mortified I could barely keep contact with her. She was hurt, this much I know. I sipped my wine and thought I needed to google her first thing Monday. I hope she will forgive me. I mean, I fell of the face of the earth. It still makes me wince to think of.
I read on, knowing where it was all headed. I was busy at the magazine and had collected a wonderful pool of friends out there. I had been broken up with my editor-boyfriend for about a year, I guess, and was dating a little. Openings, roadtrips, movies, live music. One weekend, on a whim, I headed back east to visit some old friends in NYC. And in New York I made a new friend, a guy named Charles Sword. We became very close, dove in head first to a transcontintenal thing. I had printed out a lot of those emails, some hilarious, some just about the sweetest things I have ever read. How fun it was to transfer back to that time! I remembered it all so vividly.
Its funny, I rarely think of him, but it was a great time. Unlike my friendship with Jackie, I wasn't responsible for that houdini. Like Jackie, I do wonder what happened. Interesting. A houdini-boomerang?
Whimsy would be my guide. I headed home and threw open the late-afternoon windows, letting in the sunshine & crisp air. A stack of lame CDs beckoned (Green Jelly? Why?) and I zoomed directly over to a shop in Fells Point where a tall rockstar gave me a $10 credit for 2 cds, and handed the rest back to me. I used my credit immediately and walked down the street happy, looking at the water and a bride and groom walking down the cobblestones.
I was then drawn down to the basement, a place in the house I rarely populate. I followed my instincts. Good call. As far as basements go, this one is rather bright with a nice light carpet. I eyed Scott's old stereo that has very good speakers. My new CDs! I poured a glass of wine and realized I was staring at some old boxes I have moved from apartment to apartment.
I tore right in. I grew a little misty going through all my old Chase Manhattan banking statements marked with my Gay Steet address (I used to always loose my housekeys, but would always save my bank statements?). Hilarious! A pie chart could demonstrate the three spending areas: rent, select vintage stores, dining out. Maybe a visit to a tailor. Thought nothing of droping $235 at La Jumelle. Ah. My old crew.
I came across an old inter-office envelope marked "Wired 1997". I have seen this one before, its moved with me several times. I'm not sure why, but when I left the company, I printed out nearly all my correspondences. At least 3 paper reems worth. I set up shop next to a good lamp and fastened the time capsule seat belt.
It was incredible. Countless emails between me and my friend Jackie-- I was struck at what a solid & great friendship we had! And what happened? I can tell you: I completely houdinied. Literally. A long story involving a Priceline blunder on a flight from NYC to LA had me miss her wedding at the very last minute...I was so mortified I could barely keep contact with her. She was hurt, this much I know. I sipped my wine and thought I needed to google her first thing Monday. I hope she will forgive me. I mean, I fell of the face of the earth. It still makes me wince to think of.
I read on, knowing where it was all headed. I was busy at the magazine and had collected a wonderful pool of friends out there. I had been broken up with my editor-boyfriend for about a year, I guess, and was dating a little. Openings, roadtrips, movies, live music. One weekend, on a whim, I headed back east to visit some old friends in NYC. And in New York I made a new friend, a guy named Charles Sword. We became very close, dove in head first to a transcontintenal thing. I had printed out a lot of those emails, some hilarious, some just about the sweetest things I have ever read. How fun it was to transfer back to that time! I remembered it all so vividly.
Its funny, I rarely think of him, but it was a great time. Unlike my friendship with Jackie, I wasn't responsible for that houdini. Like Jackie, I do wonder what happened. Interesting. A houdini-boomerang?