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Halloween costume this year was "working girl from Jersey who dreams of escaping to New York", borrowing directly from real life fashions circa 1997. Translation: I looked like shit, and little could be done to improve the situation. I made it to class 'though, and all the usual people were there. Either due to low turn out or because he was feeling festive, Frank just kept on going, so we ended up practicing for two hours straight. This is very much "Ella va triste y vacia", and more on sadness, betrayal, despair and fucked-upedness, but to a very lively, danceable beat. To paraphrase my old principal: "I am embracing the philosophy of salsa".
On some days I park my car, change from work clothes into a pair of old jeans and a jade ring and jump on a bus. I long to melt into New York: to walk the familiar streets, see the variety of people, hear the loud music streaming from open car windows.
Last night the trees in front of the Columbus Circle mall were enveloped in shimmery pale-blue lights, much more gentle and unexpected than "Tavern on the green"-turqoise or Park Avenue-white. It was the most romance I've experienced in the past couple of months.
I am enjoying a mini-crush on another girl's dance partner; we are acting very grade school: making eyes at each other, making videos of dance moves, and little corny jokes. It gets dark earlier and earlier, and I need to get through late fall and winter in Jersey. If I can still crush, I'm doing alright.
On some days I park my car, change from work clothes into a pair of old jeans and a jade ring and jump on a bus. I long to melt into New York: to walk the familiar streets, see the variety of people, hear the loud music streaming from open car windows.
Last night the trees in front of the Columbus Circle mall were enveloped in shimmery pale-blue lights, much more gentle and unexpected than "Tavern on the green"-turqoise or Park Avenue-white. It was the most romance I've experienced in the past couple of months.
I am enjoying a mini-crush on another girl's dance partner; we are acting very grade school: making eyes at each other, making videos of dance moves, and little corny jokes. It gets dark earlier and earlier, and I need to get through late fall and winter in Jersey. If I can still crush, I'm doing alright.