Mrs. Goodbar
11/16/2007
As my time in the suburbs increase the things I miss most of what I was living before is public transportation. Shut up! I know.
I don’t miss the smell of vomit at 8 AM on a Friday morning or begging a nightbus driver to pull over and let me off because I fell asleep and missed my stop. What I miss is what is implied by the public transportation. I miss walking to starbucks. I miss my $15 a day starbucks habit. I miss drunk shopping for Christmas gifts. I miss convenience stores being conveniently located. I miss being at a bar until closing and still being in bed before midnight on Thursday night (hence the smell of vomit at 8 AM on a Friday morning).
With all that I miss, and there are tons more, but I think you get the point, what I miss the most are the people. I wake up missing specific people around the globe. I know that Pussy Willow will never move to San Francisco, that PB is building her life in Boston, that the girls in Texas are in Texas for a reason, that Carrie UnPatched likes life in the country side, that Bonnie has her life in New York, and that Willis has hers by the beach back home where we use to live. I get that all those people in my life are where they always have been and I am the one who keeps leaving the place where everyone else is. It’s just that all these people have, at one time or another, been my person. And for the first time in a long time I don’t have my person.
I just want my new person here to reveal themselves because I miss making fun of the homeless (what, you know you do it too, besides they are just homeless because they are lazy) and eating sushi after Martinis on Friday night. I miss having someone who will call me to tell me that they got home just fine and that guy from the bar passed out in the cab so she just left him there to find his own way home. I miss having a shopping buddy who will listen to me bitch about how annoying Bruce is.
Most of all, I miss someone who tells me that I am okay.
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oh, you are so okay you know. so okay that those that are so un-okay and are up all night planning a silly science lesson about evaporation for six year olds that they had all weekend to plan (namely me, in case you were confused) wish that they could be as okay as you!
a few other things-
1- you beautifully captured how i have often felt after having chosen the man instead of the exciting single city life
2- remember, wherever we are, your people are still here and are always up for a trip (can we go to london this year, maybe in the summer when i need to escape from the house building process?)
3- maybe if you get your coveted bag, it can be your new person? or at least act as bait for your new person to come out of hiding?
4- there aren’t any bears in the suburbs
5- do you know how long it will take for 8 ounces of sea water to evaporate, leaving only the salt? check back in a few weeks and if i’m even a little bit sane my six year olds will be able to tell you…
And now I wait to learn how long it will take for 8 ounces of sea water to evaporate, leaving only the salt. I posit that the evaporation will go much faster if you microwave the water for 20 minutes.
Hey. Just so you know, I’m always willing to call you and tell you I’ve made it home okay, even though you won’t have known that I’ve left where I was. Drunken logic doesn’t exist, so I think we could make it work.
Young lady, today is my birthday, and I would love for you to write a post as a birthday present. At least so I know you’re still alive.
K?
Well, I’m a little late here, hope u r not surprised, but for the record I believe you are more than ok. You are fab-u-lous, as always, even without a person…and although I initially loved unpatched’s idea that perhaps ‘the’ bag could be your person… it gives me flash backs of Tom Hanks and the soccer ball… so i’m more in favor of her idea of you using it as bait. It even sounds naughty, lol, i like that!
or was his bag a volley ball??