another stroke of luck
My friend and ex-roommate is working at a PR firm this summer and she managed to score tickets to this great show in the city that combines breaking and classical music and she asked if I wanted to go with her since she knows I'm involved in hip hop dance and she got the tickets free from work. I was not planning on going on my own so I was excited. Before, I suggested we get drinks and so we used an event I knew from MY internship to score some pizza and beer before the show. But when we finally got to the theater, her tickets at will call were missing! We were not on the list and she apologized and I said it was okay even though I was pissed - not at her, because she couldn't help it, but at the incompetence of the people at the theater (who were extremely unhelpful and I believe were trying to shake us off) and her company. I convinced her to try at will call again after the staff did nothing to help us when suddenly I felt someone throw something at my leg. When I turned around, there was a whole stack of tickets for the show we were trying to go to on the floor! Someone had literally decided they no longer wanted to go to the show and threw an entire row's worth of tickets at the ground. I was eager to just take two, leave the rest, and go, and my roommate was appropriately moral and good and was interested in finding the person to return the tickets…but the people behind us in line explained they were ours now so we took the stack and got a place and saw the show!
The show was pretty good! I'm not interested in breaking as a style personally so I couldn't find a lot of personal gratification in it, but the footwork and choreography were amazing. I was a little annoyed by the way people were dressed up and ooh-ing and ah-ing at every little detail and it was clear these were the kinds of people who were only impressed with this style of dance BECAUSE it was in a big, fancy theater. And set to Bach, I suppose.
Afterwards, my luck took a dive, I suppose because of all that good fortune. I waited for the bus for like ten minutes, and when I got on, it filled up super quickly and this woman was, I think, eager for me to give up my seat but I don't budge especially if it's a woman who is not pregnant, old, or fat. She basically shoved herself up against me and I had her titties in my face and her crotch in my shoulder. It was uncomfortable but it was her problem, not mine.
Then when I came up to my building, this drunk guy yelled at me when I was trying to get out of his way and I was honestly afraid of some kind of confrontation, but I kept my head up and ignored him as I walked past and thankfully that worked again. I had another confrontation in the train earlier last week when a guy came up to ask me for money and put his hand on mine on the pole. I'm tiny and Asian, so I think I definitely look like an easy target, and honestly I don't think I could put up much of a fight if I really needed to physically fight, even if I put my all in it. My belief is that looking focused and being brave enough to keep my chin up does half the fighting for you.
All the same! Traveling alone is hazardous. Keep your wits about you, please!
The show was pretty good! I'm not interested in breaking as a style personally so I couldn't find a lot of personal gratification in it, but the footwork and choreography were amazing. I was a little annoyed by the way people were dressed up and ooh-ing and ah-ing at every little detail and it was clear these were the kinds of people who were only impressed with this style of dance BECAUSE it was in a big, fancy theater. And set to Bach, I suppose.
Afterwards, my luck took a dive, I suppose because of all that good fortune. I waited for the bus for like ten minutes, and when I got on, it filled up super quickly and this woman was, I think, eager for me to give up my seat but I don't budge especially if it's a woman who is not pregnant, old, or fat. She basically shoved herself up against me and I had her titties in my face and her crotch in my shoulder. It was uncomfortable but it was her problem, not mine.
Then when I came up to my building, this drunk guy yelled at me when I was trying to get out of his way and I was honestly afraid of some kind of confrontation, but I kept my head up and ignored him as I walked past and thankfully that worked again. I had another confrontation in the train earlier last week when a guy came up to ask me for money and put his hand on mine on the pole. I'm tiny and Asian, so I think I definitely look like an easy target, and honestly I don't think I could put up much of a fight if I really needed to physically fight, even if I put my all in it. My belief is that looking focused and being brave enough to keep my chin up does half the fighting for you.
All the same! Traveling alone is hazardous. Keep your wits about you, please!