I have pissed off a room of strangers. I decided to go to a cafe in Williamsburg in order to do some writing. However, based on the decor and state of the furniture, this place could pass for a cafe in COLONIAL Williamsburg. The second I placed my drink on the table, the 100 year old antique rocked to one side and spilled coffee near my computer, causing me to jump back and swear loudly (sorry mom!).
When I asked for a rag, the barsita looked at me like I was crazy and said, “you spilled ALREADY?” and handed my 3 napkins.
Not wanting to piss off anymore townspeople, I quietly cleaned the mess and opened my computer to write.
However, I discovered my writing location was problematic, as people kept bumping me as they squeezed by. I tried to scoot as close to the table as possible. As I pulled my chair close, it CRACKED and it broke one of the legs. More people stared at me, unsure how to respond.
I got up to leave the scene of the crime, trying as hard as I could to not cause anymore interruptions. Luckily a seat in the corner opened up. But when I sat down on the antique church pew, it slammed against the wall causing the loudest sound yet. Ah! Whats wrong with me?
I am afraid I might be put in the stocks and yelled at by the town crier.
Anyway….things have calmed down. Also I went to the Guggenheim today.
Here are some notables:
I overflowed the toilet the first morning and missed the group leaving for the studio so my roommate and I had to find our way which was fun.
My final project for my writer’s workshop class is a 30,000 to 60,000 word project. Yikes. Thats on top of all the other assignments.
I have walked more in the past wee than I did all winter break.
Today I bought a Wired magazine from the lobby of the Conde Nast building.
I almost got kicked in the face by a subway performer.
My classmate walked by Pete from 30 Rock at the subway stop by our apartment and I miss it!
Thats about it for now.
Today, my flight, along with thousands of others across the country, was cancelled. But thankfully, I got another flight tomorrow at 10 AM.
However, this cancellation brought up some awful memories that I have tried to repress…
3 years ago, it was the northWEST that was having all the snow records set and all the flight cancellations– and Kyli and I were trying to get home for Christmas, but we didn’t.
Instead we were in Clackamas, Ore. at an obscure relative’s house where we spent countless hours on the phone on-hold with Alaska Airlines, checking the forecast with my Aunt Sue’s dial-up internet, and driving back and forth between PDX and her very small house.
To fill in the time that we weren’t doing the aforementioned activities, we made crafts, watched Josh Groban’s World Tour DVD (including 3 excruciating hours of bonus features), and tried to convince ourselves we were not in purgatory.
But the real excitement came in the late hours of the 4th night. I was asleep on the couch when the front door opened. A man walked and started swearing about the damn weather as he stomped the snow off his boots. I had absolutely no idea who he was and I was certain he was a bed intruder.
"I am gonna KILL SOMEONE!" he screamed.
This declaration probably earned him the top spot on my most-terrifying-thing-ever list.
But it turns out he just a cousin who was en-route to Salem. The “someone” he wanted to kill was a Les Schwab sales associate who had sold him a bad set of tire chains. Apparently, every few miles his chains fell off so he stopped by his aunt’s house to change them out.
But I learned a good lesson: I am pretty much useless in the face of danger because my only plan of action in response to the intruder was to pull my blanket up to my eyes and be as still as possible.