As promised, a new post. Hello new and old followers of my blog! I think the first entry of this blog is from June 2007 when I first began taking testosterone for my transition from female to male. If that bothers you, I suggest you stop reading now. I have many medical issues, the most destructive to my writing being severe ADHD. I have the attention span of a fruit fly. So bear with me if I'm talking about a television show and suddenly you're reading about a tasty burger I consumed. I'll try my best but I won't promise anything. I like to think that if I go back and edit I'll lose the essence of what I was trying to convey in the first place. Yes, I have my BA in English. No, I don't often use it. But I do use proper grammar, unless I'm feeling particularly modern.
This weekend I met my girlfriend in New York to visit her family and see The Phantom of the Opera. When let loose, I'm a musical freak so this was quite an exciting venture. Thursday night I was completely packed and had everything set for the next morning in which I would call a taxi at 4:30am, take the 5:35am train into Boston, take the T from North Station to South Station, board the 8am Fung Wah bus, arrive in Chinatown and take the subway and hopefully board a 1pm ferry. Woah.
For that reason I laid down in bed at 8pm. At 9:30pm, still awake, my mother texted me because she works third shift and, really, what 26 year old do you know who is in bed at that time? I think I fell asleep around 10pm only to wake up at 12am to use the bathroom. And again at 2am. After that I couldn't get back to sleep. I stayed in bed until 3:45am and finally succumbed to my fate. I was thankful to myself for deciding to set the coffee timer the night before. I had a breakfast of Tasteos (Market Basket Honey Nut Cherrios), coffee, and made sure the cats had enough food and water. I wouldn't let myself call the taxi until 4:30am because I didn't want to get to the train station way early. I even showed my cat the time on the phone to prove i wasn't cheating. The cab driver said he'd be there in 5 minutes. I hurried up and grabbed my stuff, ran down the stairs, and locked both doors. And then I waited. And waited. At one point I was staring off into space - but it turned out I was staring into a woman's house. I figured that out when we made eye contact. Oops. Finally I was getting nervous so I checked my phone. 1 missed call. Awesome. I called the cab driver back:
Driver: "A1 taxi services"
Me: "Hi, I got a missed call from you, I called about 20 minutes ago?"
Driver: "Oh yeah, I couldn't get to you. There is a police barricade around the street. I tried another way but it's all blocked off."
Me: "Uh... okay. Do you know where I can walk to in order to get to you?"
Driver: "I don't know. I'm already gone, I got other things to do."
Me: "Okay, thank you."
It's 4:48am and I'm walking down a dark, tree-lined road that is barricaded by police cars saying outloud, "Of course! Of course!" I thought that if I had a phone that could access the internet my facebook status would have said "FML." My best idea was to walk as far as I had to in order to get away from the barricade. I started running for a split second and decided that was a terrible idea. I have bad joints and a bad back. While I was walking I had my cellphone clutched in my hand and I thought, "Yeah that's smart, if someone jumps out at you what are you going to do, bash them with your phone?" I also wasn't sure why there were police around and why the street was blocked off. So then I convinced myself there was a serial killer on the loose. I finally find the end of the barricade about .4 miles away. I call another cab company that I just happened to have saved in my phone. The dispatcher seemed concerned that I was outside in the cold on a random street near a police barricade. He said someone would be there soon. While I waited I paced back and forth to keep warm and because my balance is bad I kept tripping over my feet. I also was talking to myself. I think because it was dark and cold and no one was around. It was a little frightening. Finally the cab driver picked me up told me crazy stories of being a cab driver. I made my 5:35am train. It was quite an experience, especially since I ended up being up for 21 hours that day.
We saw Phantom on Saturday night. I love the bright colors of NYC. I could do without the tourists, however. They are loud and annoying and never know where they are going. No, I'm not a native New Yorker, but I like to think I have a little sense. The show was fantastic. Our seats were 4 rows from the stage. It was amazing! Although at the end when there were a little pyrotechnics and pop guns I did freak out a little. The noises made me jump and I got paranoid that the flashes would give me a seizure. I've had three seizures since June and no one is really sure why, so I get a little nervous. After the show we went to Juniors for cheesecake. While we were waiting, Tracy Morgan walked in. It was funny, because I was sitting there and then I was like, "UMMMMM..." It was the type of um that made my girlfriend instantly look up. She's a repeater, so she kept on saying, "Tracy Morgan! Tracy Morgan!" Luckily it was a whisper so no one heard us. We saw him a bunch of times because the place wasn't very big. Now I don't even like Tracy Morgan, but it was just the thrill of seeing a celebrity in public. And it makes a good story. Well, off to take another bus! The joys of public transportation for life. I <3 my health ;P Be well, all :) More to come soon!
