Sunday.
I had an odd day.
First, I woke up from a bad dream. It wasn't a nightmare, but just a little bit disturbing. It started with me donating blood. I remember I was filling out some paperwork that asked when I'd be able to donate again. I'd gone to sleep late, so I was aware that it was April 8. On the paper, I started to write "April 9" (in peach-colored crayon, which I briefly wondered about. Also, where was my favorite, "Have you had sex with a man who has had sex with other men?" question?), but then remembered I wouldn't be able to donate for eight weeks. While I tried to figure out what day that would be -- turns out that it's June 3 -- I was pulled away for some reason and got into Phill's car. This all happened outdoors, just before sunset, and though I know it's April, in late spring or early summer; it was so nice out, I didn't need a jacket or long sleeves.
We were driving along somewhere in College Point. In my mind, I "knew" it was College Point, yet it looked like Whitestone, if only for the feeling that I was on Willets. ANYWAY, where the eastbound lane of Willets should have been was a highway (we were definitely headed west because the street this dream-street resembled was westbound, and the setting sun was in our eyes as well). So we were on this service road of a highway somewhere in Dream!College Point. I don't know why that was important, but it was. So there's a light that we stopped at, way back from the intersection even though there was no traffic in front of us. I got out of the car, and went over to the fencing that acted as a barrier between the street and the highway (which was depressed).
This is the part where it starts to get a bit disturbing, I think, and it continues to the end of the cut, so turn back if you can't handle it. I'll blank it out the worst of it, too, (it'll show up white if you've got a colored background) but still. Fair warning.
I started talking about an urban legend that said people would leave bodies alongside the road in debris that accumulated. I started to go back around to the car, but there was another (black) car being driven by a middle-aged Asian woman that wanted to go into the turning lane (where I was standing, apparently), so I backed up and let her pass (I don't know why that's important, either). In the meantime, Phill had parked his car and gotten out.
So, yeah, Phill went over to the debris that was there on the fence, stuck his hand in, and, predictably, pulled up.... It still amazes (and scares) me how much detail I can remember: it seemed as though the body was that of a young girl, ten or eleven years old. She was white or Asian with black hair, nude, partially decomposed (she looked slightly mummified), in a pink translucent bag, that had water condensed all over on the inside. "A BODYYYYYY!" Phill only realized what he'd pulled from the leaves when I SCREAMED, and he dropped the thing in surprise.
Of course, by now, Phill had morphed into another person. I did not know this person. The fence along the highway had also turned into a fence in a park.
"Call the police! Call 911!" a voice in my head told me, and I ran, turned around the edge of the fence, and literally started calling 911... aloud. "NINE ONE OOOOOONE!" as I tried to pull my phone out of my pocket (the other person was yelling, too). It was stuck, and it took a minute before I was able to wiggle it out. I dialed, and the call started, I was (futilely) trying to calm myself down so I would be understood when the call was picked up, but that's when I woke up, mercifully.
What shocked me most was that passersby would just look over at what was going on, then continue about their business. There was a game of basketball going on not TEN feet away. The hoop was attached to the very fence against which were the leaves we'd dug through. :::shudders::: Very scary shit.
I cleaned up in here, and got back to work on costumes. That was the only thing I did that was normal.
Phill came over and we decided we wanted to go to Applebee's for lunch. We had the most atrocious service. Not only did they screw up our seating (we were the party of two that walked in first, not the party of FIVE that walked in after us. And because the party of five's name was called, they got to sit first, mind, after a twenty-minute wait), but our appetizer came and drinks didn't. The waitress asked if we wanted "more soda," to which I asked "What?" because what "more"? We didn't get any to begin with! Our entrées came and still, we had nothing to drink. The sodas finally came about three minutes afterwards.
The food, thank goodness, wasn't bad, but when he asked for a refill, Phill's cup came back without a straw. He doesn't use them, but still. The waitress should have brought a straw. In the end, we were going to be nice and leave a five-dollar tip (tax is 8.375% in New York, so I usually just double it to figure the tip). Since the tax was about three dollars, five was a little low, but not terribly so, though I wanted to give four (I didn't have singles). Phill paid for lunch in cash, and was supposed to get $2.56 in change. It came back in two singles, nickles and pennies. No quarters, no dimes.
"Gimme," I said, taking my five off the table and meaning to replace it with the three singles.
"Don't bother," Phill said, and left the two dollars on the table.
I counted the change to make sure it was right, and it wasn't. It was short by about twenty cents.
"Gimme," Phill said, motioning to the change in my hand. He took a dollar off the table and left the pennies instead. For a $35 meal, we left $1.06 in tip. OUCH. So, don't ever go to Applebee's in Fresh Meadows, guys, okay? They suck.
At least the meal itself was enjoyable, and Phill idly wondered if there were an animal called an applebee. Funnily enough, there was golf on TV, and a player named Appleby was shown on screen.
After that, we got ice cream. The ice cream, too, went well, and we were quite amused by two flattened bunny-Peeps on the sidewalk. They looked as though they'd jumped from the building. They had so much to live for. T_T After ice cream, of course, was a trip to B&N, and I was actually asked for my GameStop pay stub! They'd only ever asked for my social before, so now I have to lug the stupid thing around with me whenever I go out on the OFF chance that I might wander into the bookstore (but it's thirty percent. It's worth it to lug).
I also made a terrible pun. I found a book, and I can't remember the exact title, but it had "√-1" in the title. I thumbed through it, and Phill offered to buy it. "No," I said. "I'm only looking because it caught my i." I put it back on the shelf. There was silence. He didn't get my pun. T_T!!! "I made a pun," I said. "You did?" I pointed to the title of the book. "The square root of negative one." "It's imaginary." "Yes, it's the imaginary number called i. It caught my i." SHUT UP I THOUGHT IT WAS CLEVER.
And then we came back here and, like, passed out for two hours. Phill was supposed to be home before nine for Easter dinner, but didn't leave here until nine-thirty. Oops. (And EWWWW OMFG my dad made chitterlings. It smelled SO DISGUSTING in here. T_T I'm usually brave enough to try something new, but the stench was powerful. I believe the "Smells bad, tastes worse." way of thinking. Needless to say, my Easter dinner was what I brought home from Applebee's.)
Right, it was Easter, so Happy Zombie Jesus Day, if you celebrated (it saddens me that the only chocolate I had was in chip form, in my ice cream. Then again, I'm not Christian, so why should I care? :3). If not, OMG SUNDAYYYYYYY. ♥
And then I'm pretty sure I spent the rest of the evening talking to Rani (among others) because she can TALK. And good luck with your paper, raspberrysorbet!
First, I woke up from a bad dream. It wasn't a nightmare, but just a little bit disturbing. It started with me donating blood. I remember I was filling out some paperwork that asked when I'd be able to donate again. I'd gone to sleep late, so I was aware that it was April 8. On the paper, I started to write "April 9" (in peach-colored crayon, which I briefly wondered about. Also, where was my favorite, "Have you had sex with a man who has had sex with other men?" question?), but then remembered I wouldn't be able to donate for eight weeks. While I tried to figure out what day that would be -- turns out that it's June 3 -- I was pulled away for some reason and got into Phill's car. This all happened outdoors, just before sunset, and though I know it's April, in late spring or early summer; it was so nice out, I didn't need a jacket or long sleeves.
We were driving along somewhere in College Point. In my mind, I "knew" it was College Point, yet it looked like Whitestone, if only for the feeling that I was on Willets. ANYWAY, where the eastbound lane of Willets should have been was a highway (we were definitely headed west because the street this dream-street resembled was westbound, and the setting sun was in our eyes as well). So we were on this service road of a highway somewhere in Dream!College Point. I don't know why that was important, but it was. So there's a light that we stopped at, way back from the intersection even though there was no traffic in front of us. I got out of the car, and went over to the fencing that acted as a barrier between the street and the highway (which was depressed).
This is the part where it starts to get a bit disturbing, I think, and it continues to the end of the cut, so turn back if you can't handle it. I'll blank it out the worst of it, too, (it'll show up white if you've got a colored background) but still. Fair warning.
I started talking about an urban legend that said people would leave bodies alongside the road in debris that accumulated. I started to go back around to the car, but there was another (black) car being driven by a middle-aged Asian woman that wanted to go into the turning lane (where I was standing, apparently), so I backed up and let her pass (I don't know why that's important, either). In the meantime, Phill had parked his car and gotten out.
So, yeah, Phill went over to the debris that was there on the fence, stuck his hand in, and, predictably, pulled up.... It still amazes (and scares) me how much detail I can remember: it seemed as though the body was that of a young girl, ten or eleven years old. She was white or Asian with black hair, nude, partially decomposed (she looked slightly mummified), in a pink translucent bag, that had water condensed all over on the inside. "A BODYYYYYY!" Phill only realized what he'd pulled from the leaves when I SCREAMED, and he dropped the thing in surprise.
Of course, by now, Phill had morphed into another person. I did not know this person. The fence along the highway had also turned into a fence in a park.
"Call the police! Call 911!" a voice in my head told me, and I ran, turned around the edge of the fence, and literally started calling 911... aloud. "NINE ONE OOOOOONE!" as I tried to pull my phone out of my pocket (the other person was yelling, too). It was stuck, and it took a minute before I was able to wiggle it out. I dialed, and the call started, I was (futilely) trying to calm myself down so I would be understood when the call was picked up, but that's when I woke up, mercifully.
What shocked me most was that passersby would just look over at what was going on, then continue about their business. There was a game of basketball going on not TEN feet away. The hoop was attached to the very fence against which were the leaves we'd dug through. :::shudders::: Very scary shit.
I cleaned up in here, and got back to work on costumes. That was the only thing I did that was normal.
Phill came over and we decided we wanted to go to Applebee's for lunch. We had the most atrocious service. Not only did they screw up our seating (we were the party of two that walked in first, not the party of FIVE that walked in after us. And because the party of five's name was called, they got to sit first, mind, after a twenty-minute wait), but our appetizer came and drinks didn't. The waitress asked if we wanted "more soda," to which I asked "What?" because what "more"? We didn't get any to begin with! Our entrées came and still, we had nothing to drink. The sodas finally came about three minutes afterwards.
The food, thank goodness, wasn't bad, but when he asked for a refill, Phill's cup came back without a straw. He doesn't use them, but still. The waitress should have brought a straw. In the end, we were going to be nice and leave a five-dollar tip (tax is 8.375% in New York, so I usually just double it to figure the tip). Since the tax was about three dollars, five was a little low, but not terribly so, though I wanted to give four (I didn't have singles). Phill paid for lunch in cash, and was supposed to get $2.56 in change. It came back in two singles, nickles and pennies. No quarters, no dimes.
"Gimme," I said, taking my five off the table and meaning to replace it with the three singles.
"Don't bother," Phill said, and left the two dollars on the table.
I counted the change to make sure it was right, and it wasn't. It was short by about twenty cents.
"Gimme," Phill said, motioning to the change in my hand. He took a dollar off the table and left the pennies instead. For a $35 meal, we left $1.06 in tip. OUCH. So, don't ever go to Applebee's in Fresh Meadows, guys, okay? They suck.
At least the meal itself was enjoyable, and Phill idly wondered if there were an animal called an applebee. Funnily enough, there was golf on TV, and a player named Appleby was shown on screen.
After that, we got ice cream. The ice cream, too, went well, and we were quite amused by two flattened bunny-Peeps on the sidewalk. They looked as though they'd jumped from the building. They had so much to live for. T_T After ice cream, of course, was a trip to B&N, and I was actually asked for my GameStop pay stub! They'd only ever asked for my social before, so now I have to lug the stupid thing around with me whenever I go out on the OFF chance that I might wander into the bookstore (but it's thirty percent. It's worth it to lug).
I also made a terrible pun. I found a book, and I can't remember the exact title, but it had "√-1" in the title. I thumbed through it, and Phill offered to buy it. "No," I said. "I'm only looking because it caught my i." I put it back on the shelf. There was silence. He didn't get my pun. T_T!!! "I made a pun," I said. "You did?" I pointed to the title of the book. "The square root of negative one." "It's imaginary." "Yes, it's the imaginary number called i. It caught my i." SHUT UP I THOUGHT IT WAS CLEVER.
And then we came back here and, like, passed out for two hours. Phill was supposed to be home before nine for Easter dinner, but didn't leave here until nine-thirty. Oops. (And EWWWW OMFG my dad made chitterlings. It smelled SO DISGUSTING in here. T_T I'm usually brave enough to try something new, but the stench was powerful. I believe the "Smells bad, tastes worse." way of thinking. Needless to say, my Easter dinner was what I brought home from Applebee's.)
Right, it was Easter, so Happy Zombie Jesus Day, if you celebrated (it saddens me that the only chocolate I had was in chip form, in my ice cream. Then again, I'm not Christian, so why should I care? :3). If not, OMG SUNDAYYYYYYY. ♥
And then I'm pretty sure I spent the rest of the evening talking to Rani (among others) because she can TALK. And good luck with your paper, raspberrysorbet!