Britlyn
Wick, a fellow west bus Equality Rider, lives in Kansas City, MO, and had never been to New York before. Xe booked a plane ticket relatively cheaply and showed up on a whim. A Chinatown bus later, I, too, was in NYC and there was a small, impromptu 2007 Equality Ride reunion.
Micah, Casey, Brian, Amanda, Josh, and I all gathered together for Wick's sake and we ate delicious Mexican food cramped around a table too small for us. We visited Babeland and shared stories and caught up. It was good to see so many smiling social justice faces and the change of place and people was just what I needed.
I met Stefany and Sabrina and Leo, too.
I love the New York City subway system and the long, interconnecting routes that take you from Burrough to Burrough and spot to spot and that Amanda has a car for all the really far places. We visited a bar with $4 mixed drink pints and got chewed out by the awful staff and later wound up at a lesbian gangster-themed party in farawaybrooklyn. I met Brooklyn's supposed "it" lesbians and was not impressed and advised that my lack of pants pinpointed me as the straight girl. Amanda shared her Mike's hard lemonade with me and in this moment we became actual friends, I think, crossing the lines from fellow bus rider.
Wick, Stefany and I wound up at the Metropolitan and ran into Wick's old boyfriend. It was nice to see a gay bar that wasn't polished and pristine. There were no muscular little gay boys in tiny red hotpants on lacquered cubes. The creepy old-timers past their prime were not there either. It felt a lot like a dingey straight bar but without all the straight people.
It rained on the 5am subway ride back to Micah and Casey's and I momentarily felt clean.
Sunday we watched movies and split up. Brian and I went to Revolution. I was too tired and hungry to engage like I should have and I sat off to the side feeling disconnected. Later we went to Live Cafe and ate good food. Wick's friend was our wait person. Afterwards I caught the Chinatown bus home, happy and exhausted.
Yesterday I went to Yokitori Boy, a karaoke bar in Chinatown. They had $1 Coors Lights and the British couch surfers with Meg kept buying rounds. They were charming and generous and attractive and the free beers stayed coming. It was a lovely evening.
Micah, Casey, Brian, Amanda, Josh, and I all gathered together for Wick's sake and we ate delicious Mexican food cramped around a table too small for us. We visited Babeland and shared stories and caught up. It was good to see so many smiling social justice faces and the change of place and people was just what I needed.
I met Stefany and Sabrina and Leo, too.
I love the New York City subway system and the long, interconnecting routes that take you from Burrough to Burrough and spot to spot and that Amanda has a car for all the really far places. We visited a bar with $4 mixed drink pints and got chewed out by the awful staff and later wound up at a lesbian gangster-themed party in farawaybrooklyn. I met Brooklyn's supposed "it" lesbians and was not impressed and advised that my lack of pants pinpointed me as the straight girl. Amanda shared her Mike's hard lemonade with me and in this moment we became actual friends, I think, crossing the lines from fellow bus rider.
Wick, Stefany and I wound up at the Metropolitan and ran into Wick's old boyfriend. It was nice to see a gay bar that wasn't polished and pristine. There were no muscular little gay boys in tiny red hotpants on lacquered cubes. The creepy old-timers past their prime were not there either. It felt a lot like a dingey straight bar but without all the straight people.
It rained on the 5am subway ride back to Micah and Casey's and I momentarily felt clean.
Sunday we watched movies and split up. Brian and I went to Revolution. I was too tired and hungry to engage like I should have and I sat off to the side feeling disconnected. Later we went to Live Cafe and ate good food. Wick's friend was our wait person. Afterwards I caught the Chinatown bus home, happy and exhausted.
Yesterday I went to Yokitori Boy, a karaoke bar in Chinatown. They had $1 Coors Lights and the British couch surfers with Meg kept buying rounds. They were charming and generous and attractive and the free beers stayed coming. It was a lovely evening.