Anyone who lives in New York City or within a thirty-mile radius and has at least half a brain is anywhere else but here. Having fried my brain decades ago on drugs and mayhem I am now the victim of improper planning. Although if we had taken our vacation this week instead of two weeks ago the five of us would have probably had to spend way more time in the Tarboro Wal*Mart. Like maybe the entire week from the looks of all the crazy storms flying up the coast of Florida. But here in New York you either evacuate yourself and shut the fuck up or bitch endlessly to anyone who will look into your crazy eyes.
Maybe it just seems freakier than I think I can handle because I work for a paper that desires to be in the center of the vortex and is located in the overflow of the vortex. All great ideas are usually born in the Village and then move uptown. The streets are filled with "visitors" from both camps but the Village seems to be housing most of the protesters. I mean literally housing them because most arrived with nothing more than the clothes on their backs and a promise of "maybe" someone's floor to crash on. So Tompkins and Washington Square Parks pick up the overnight street slack, as do all the other spectacular nooks and crannies.
The VP is here (I think his helicopter flew by my window on Sunday) but the real news is that the Bush twins are coming. Now, Kerry's kids and his step kids for that matter all spoke at the DNC, but the Bush twins are not under the same pressure to articulate their strong support for their father, (The President), at the RNC. No, no they are in town to party. Typical. Just like all the other C student trust fund fucks that come to New York in the summer and demand this town to dazzle them. Woo Hoo! How very 'Sex in the City' they must feel. No obligations except that one pesky one about "not getting arrested", but seriously, what cop is going to even get close to that nutty party train even if they were drunk, running naked past the Plaza Hotel, spooking the horses and making the FAO Schwarz children cry, cry cry.
I wonder if it ever registers in their not so identical heads that this city is just about out of its mind with pent up anger and frustration plus adding to that it is hazy, hot and humid here and the climate is ugly no matter where you are. I overheard three people at the Staples on Broadway & 9th arguing about Bush, Iraq, The (fucking) Republicans, Afghanistan, the economy, and healthcare. And I mean they were yelling at each other inside the store at 7:30 on a Friday night right there in the aisle by the CD-R and CD-RW spools, which is where I needed to be. Ah, but New York is like that. When stuff is going on it is talked about everywhere and EVERYONE HAS A REALLY LOUD OPINION.
Miss Jasmine is officially a sophomore in college. I would like to take a minute here and thank everyone who has helped and continues to support Martha, Jasmine and me in what is at times agonizingly slow process of "getting that child an education."
Martha is so unbelievably super cool that I can hardly stand it. She drove Jasmine to school by herself. Now before you think that I am a total fuck, which usually I am, but this time a few things actually made the decision for me to stay home instead of a road trip.
The first one is that I needed to have some medical tests were done that required me to be in one place, preferably at home, for 24 hours. My doctors are still trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with me and I have been putting this off for over a month. The second one is that my child has so much shit in her life that I simply did not fit I the car. Well one of us wasn't going to fit. I do not drive, (yet... I have a driver's license) so one of the two seats had to have Martha in it. I am not in college so...
I did my tests and now we wait. I also cleaned and unpacked almost everything in the new apt. and it was awesome. I did all the laundry, even the weird stuff like extra sheets, dishrags and all of my strange lace. I 409'd everything and vacuumed up all Jasmine + cats + me = dust balls. I did not leave my 18th-floor ivory tower for two days except to take out the trash and THAT was just to the end of the hallway. Martha wins the Coolest Girlfriend in the World prize. Jasmine wins the Money Came Through and All My Shit Fit prize.
I miss her already. In fact, while I was cleaning the bedroom I turned the TV on in the living room just so it sounded like she was still here, chewing on string cheese, listening to The Style Network and reading pop-fiction.