Friday, November 16, 2007
Mrs. Goodbar
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.