late rent and ridiculousness
so i went home last night to harrass my parents after a particularly un-eventful day of work and not wanting to go back to my apartment and start cleaning so, naturally the next best thing is to take an hour train ride to visit your parents. I love my logic. so it was fun i got some tomatoe soup and grilled cheese out of the whole deal. and the best bagel ever on my morning commute back.
I am avoiding working on my book right now, because i have to trim an eighth of an inch of of either end and re fold everything because i suck at planning in advance. ( worst book maker ever)
but im glad i ditched out on another tired hour of working on it to go to long wood gardens on friday afternoon. i got to take a pretty fierce nap on the way home while sleep listening to modest mouse ( wonderfullness)
so that brings me to today and my morning commute, train ride, blah di blah, boring businessy people blah blah blah, then walking to school through the broad street underpass(for those of you who dont know the tunnel that connects from suburban station to every subway entrance on broad street from city hall to spruce) so the underpass is a slightly creepy place made less so by the fact that some of the businesses on broad street have enterances down there. One of these is the Ritz. Well not a real entrance but a servants entrance or i guess in todays world staff. whatever...on to the ridiculousness. so i round the bend and theres one of the Ritz's cooks out there with his 12 inch paper hat and black checked pants smoking a cig, no biggie right, yeah until i get up next to him and in his other hand he's holding on to tongs!
what the fuck. I mean sure its not really that interesting, and im probably putting way to much thought into this, but who takes kitchen tongs with them on their smoke break, really people its a little weird. Also there is the question as to whether he plans on using them when he returns to work, because frankly i wouldnt want to eat a salad thats been tossed with tongs that have seen the underpass and some chef's second hand smoke. i mean really just that they were in a cave like environment that smells like piss is enough.
so conclusion to this, im never eating at the ritz.
So im having all these deep thoughts on my way school today, very distracted, when all the sudden it sounds like there is a explosion and a train whistle blares! I almost crapped myself.
Every single time. No matter what i forget that the subway runs DIRECTLY UNDER the Underpass, it is the entrance to the subway, but every time i am surprised, in fact i flinch or jump (depending on what intensity of deep thoughts are occupying my mind that day) every single time. Even when the train comes multiple times, and especially if im being bad ass and walking on the grates.
ps. leah these are the only grates in all of the city that scare me because there is a far drop and you could be hit by a train for sure, also because they are huge, which means between two and four wide and six long.
so anway the subway scared the shit out of me, the people at the ritz take kitchen utensils out on their smoke breaks with them ( we shall call this the security blanket syndrome)
and my mom made me soup and grilled cheese
all very good reasons to miss commuting
also did i mention not having to pay rent...yeah that too
I am avoiding working on my book right now, because i have to trim an eighth of an inch of of either end and re fold everything because i suck at planning in advance. ( worst book maker ever)
but im glad i ditched out on another tired hour of working on it to go to long wood gardens on friday afternoon. i got to take a pretty fierce nap on the way home while sleep listening to modest mouse ( wonderfullness)
so that brings me to today and my morning commute, train ride, blah di blah, boring businessy people blah blah blah, then walking to school through the broad street underpass(for those of you who dont know the tunnel that connects from suburban station to every subway entrance on broad street from city hall to spruce) so the underpass is a slightly creepy place made less so by the fact that some of the businesses on broad street have enterances down there. One of these is the Ritz. Well not a real entrance but a servants entrance or i guess in todays world staff. whatever...on to the ridiculousness. so i round the bend and theres one of the Ritz's cooks out there with his 12 inch paper hat and black checked pants smoking a cig, no biggie right, yeah until i get up next to him and in his other hand he's holding on to tongs!
what the fuck. I mean sure its not really that interesting, and im probably putting way to much thought into this, but who takes kitchen tongs with them on their smoke break, really people its a little weird. Also there is the question as to whether he plans on using them when he returns to work, because frankly i wouldnt want to eat a salad thats been tossed with tongs that have seen the underpass and some chef's second hand smoke. i mean really just that they were in a cave like environment that smells like piss is enough.
so conclusion to this, im never eating at the ritz.
So im having all these deep thoughts on my way school today, very distracted, when all the sudden it sounds like there is a explosion and a train whistle blares! I almost crapped myself.
Every single time. No matter what i forget that the subway runs DIRECTLY UNDER the Underpass, it is the entrance to the subway, but every time i am surprised, in fact i flinch or jump (depending on what intensity of deep thoughts are occupying my mind that day) every single time. Even when the train comes multiple times, and especially if im being bad ass and walking on the grates.
ps. leah these are the only grates in all of the city that scare me because there is a far drop and you could be hit by a train for sure, also because they are huge, which means between two and four wide and six long.
so anway the subway scared the shit out of me, the people at the ritz take kitchen utensils out on their smoke breaks with them ( we shall call this the security blanket syndrome)
and my mom made me soup and grilled cheese
all very good reasons to miss commuting
also did i mention not having to pay rent...yeah that too