Wing It
Saturday night's party for the Organization for Transformative Works was fabulous! There were tons of people there, many of whom I'd never met. Lots of fun was had, lots of food and drink and merriment and really cool costumes! Thank you astolat for hosting!
Y'all thought I was just kidding last week when I said I had to go get my wings: no! I was serious! I bought these beautiful black feather wings - 3 ft wingspan and there was even silvery strands woven throughout the feathers. Someone asked me if I came as Crowley; no, I said (though that would have been cool!). No indeed, but can you guess what I was?
WINGFIC!
I got this t-shirt from cafepress, and the black wings, and I was very happy. People kept asking if they could touch my wings all night, and I let them, though I have to report that I did not break out in spontaneous orgasm. I did, however, have to walk sideways all night in order to get through doorways and around people.
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But first, My Coffee Guy:
I may have mentioned before that I love My Coffee Guy. He's the guy in the stand on the corner of the street who remembers how I like my coffee and is always really pleasant in the morning. He also knows exactly when I arrive, because if I'm ever on the late train, he'll comment, "you're late this morning!" as if he's been waiting forever for me to show up. He likes to dispense fashion advice: last week I was wearing a blue clingy sweater, and as he poured my coffee he said, "That color is very popular now! Everyone is wearing it!" and handed me my cup. "Uh, thank you?" I said, a little perplexed, until he grinned at me. "Nice color on you, too." Well. Thanks, My Coffee Guy.
So. Subway Guy.
It's the end of the month here at the office, which means a lot of work to enter before Wednesday, so I thought I'd come in early and get crackin'. I took a shower last night, laid out my clothes, got everything packed in my bag because I am a conscientious worker who goes in early...
Alright, let's face it. I came in early this morning because I once and for all wanted to solve the mystery of Subway Guy. I was on a mission to find out which train he takes now. I decided he must take the 8:28, which meant I needed to leave the house at 8:15 to get there, blot away any sweat, and straighten out my hair before I saw him. Just in case, and all.
Of course, I didn't leave the house until 8:24 because at the last minute I had to use the bathroom, the cat wanted to be petted, I had to find my pretty bracelet, etcetc. Whatever, I won't make the 8:28 but I'll make the 8:35 and as I clipclop it to the subway station the whole way there I am thinking, okay tomorrow I will make it for the 8:28, dammit. I get to the station just as a train is pulling in. It's the 8:35, a minute early. So I hustle it down the steps break out in a sweat shove past people to get to my car scan the platform for any sign of subway guy don't see his white shirt jump onto the train as the doors close turn around ---
and blot the sweat off my upper lip and straighten my hair. Tomorrow, dammit, I think. Tomorrow.
The train goes a few stations and then pulls into the one where Subway Guy gets off to transfer and for the hell of it, I look out the window. Don't see him. Crane around and look some more. Don't see him. The doors close and the train is pulling out of the station and
OH MY GOD THERE HE IS. RIGHT THERE. ON THE PLATFORM.
And y'all, wearing a dark hoodie and his bag slung over his shoulder and his hair all mussed up, puffy eyes like he just woke up and SO FRIKKIN' ADORABLE.
I was grinning so stupidly to myself that I didn't even bother to be annoyed that had I just gotten on the next car I would have been able to SPEAK to him. Because hey, now I know which train he takes! And I am going to be ON THAT TRAIN (tomorrow, dammit).
I continued to grin all the way into the city, walking across the park, down to the corner where My Coffee Guy was waiting.
"You're early!" he chirped as he filled my cup.
That I am, My Coffee Guy. That I am.
And now, an unscientific poll. Or rather, perhaps you might could respond in the comments, because er, I can't do polls anymore. I am going to see Subway Guy tomorrow morning. I will walk up to him. I will say hello. He will respond. Seeing as how there is really only one good way for this to turn out, do you think Subway Guy is going to:
a) Say hello, and say he hasn't had time to email.
b) Say hello, and immediately tell me that my email was no good! It bounced back! Please to go out with me tonight!
c) Ravish me on the platform.
a) would mean he's not interested. (sigh)
c) would probably freak me out.
b) WOULD MAKE ME SO HAPPY YES LET IT BE B. BEEBEEBEEBEEBEE
Now, I go calm down.
Y'all thought I was just kidding last week when I said I had to go get my wings: no! I was serious! I bought these beautiful black feather wings - 3 ft wingspan and there was even silvery strands woven throughout the feathers. Someone asked me if I came as Crowley; no, I said (though that would have been cool!). No indeed, but can you guess what I was?
WINGFIC!
I got this t-shirt from cafepress, and the black wings, and I was very happy. People kept asking if they could touch my wings all night, and I let them, though I have to report that I did not break out in spontaneous orgasm. I did, however, have to walk sideways all night in order to get through doorways and around people.
***
But first, My Coffee Guy:
I may have mentioned before that I love My Coffee Guy. He's the guy in the stand on the corner of the street who remembers how I like my coffee and is always really pleasant in the morning. He also knows exactly when I arrive, because if I'm ever on the late train, he'll comment, "you're late this morning!" as if he's been waiting forever for me to show up. He likes to dispense fashion advice: last week I was wearing a blue clingy sweater, and as he poured my coffee he said, "That color is very popular now! Everyone is wearing it!" and handed me my cup. "Uh, thank you?" I said, a little perplexed, until he grinned at me. "Nice color on you, too." Well. Thanks, My Coffee Guy.
So. Subway Guy.
It's the end of the month here at the office, which means a lot of work to enter before Wednesday, so I thought I'd come in early and get crackin'. I took a shower last night, laid out my clothes, got everything packed in my bag because I am a conscientious worker who goes in early...
Alright, let's face it. I came in early this morning because I once and for all wanted to solve the mystery of Subway Guy. I was on a mission to find out which train he takes now. I decided he must take the 8:28, which meant I needed to leave the house at 8:15 to get there, blot away any sweat, and straighten out my hair before I saw him. Just in case, and all.
Of course, I didn't leave the house until 8:24 because at the last minute I had to use the bathroom, the cat wanted to be petted, I had to find my pretty bracelet, etcetc. Whatever, I won't make the 8:28 but I'll make the 8:35 and as I clipclop it to the subway station the whole way there I am thinking, okay tomorrow I will make it for the 8:28, dammit. I get to the station just as a train is pulling in. It's the 8:35, a minute early. So I hustle it down the steps break out in a sweat shove past people to get to my car scan the platform for any sign of subway guy don't see his white shirt jump onto the train as the doors close turn around ---
and blot the sweat off my upper lip and straighten my hair. Tomorrow, dammit, I think. Tomorrow.
The train goes a few stations and then pulls into the one where Subway Guy gets off to transfer and for the hell of it, I look out the window. Don't see him. Crane around and look some more. Don't see him. The doors close and the train is pulling out of the station and
OH MY GOD THERE HE IS. RIGHT THERE. ON THE PLATFORM.
And y'all, wearing a dark hoodie and his bag slung over his shoulder and his hair all mussed up, puffy eyes like he just woke up and SO FRIKKIN' ADORABLE.
I was grinning so stupidly to myself that I didn't even bother to be annoyed that had I just gotten on the next car I would have been able to SPEAK to him. Because hey, now I know which train he takes! And I am going to be ON THAT TRAIN (tomorrow, dammit).
I continued to grin all the way into the city, walking across the park, down to the corner where My Coffee Guy was waiting.
"You're early!" he chirped as he filled my cup.
That I am, My Coffee Guy. That I am.
And now, an unscientific poll. Or rather, perhaps you might could respond in the comments, because er, I can't do polls anymore. I am going to see Subway Guy tomorrow morning. I will walk up to him. I will say hello. He will respond. Seeing as how there is really only one good way for this to turn out, do you think Subway Guy is going to:
a) Say hello, and say he hasn't had time to email.
b) Say hello, and immediately tell me that my email was no good! It bounced back! Please to go out with me tonight!
c) Ravish me on the platform.
a) would mean he's not interested. (sigh)
c) would probably freak me out.
b) WOULD MAKE ME SO HAPPY YES LET IT BE B. BEEBEEBEEBEEBEE
Now, I go calm down.