Due to the completely fubared nature of the trains today I’ve decided to spend the evening quietly at home. I had a few options with whom I could have spent this, most loathed of holidays, (sorry Wendy!) but instead, I’ve opted to chill. I do have a good reason though, one that is completely not based upon this holiday at all. Let me explain.
This afternoon I went to the gym, and a round trip there and back with a 4 mile run, which normally takes all of 90 minutes (maybe as long as 2 hours on a really off day) instead took me almost 4 hours. Of the 5 different trains at my stop, (6 during rush hour) only 2 are running today, and the main one (the non shuttle) is running so freaking haphazardly that people had crowded the station to complete capacity and were spilling up the stairwells and onto the street. Between the mass of civilians and the dozens and dozens of cops who looked frazzled as they tried to keep the unrest to a minimum, it was a huge effort just to sardine onto a train at all. Then, after catching what I thought was the express, but what turned out to be a local running on the express track in the wrong direction then having to come back, then giving up completely, and then, finally, catching a bus to Brooklyn Heights – I just don’t have it in me to brave travel to Manhattan and back again tonight.
Plus, I have red wine and dark chocolate, a copy of Blade Runner and plenty of Galaxy Granola. I’m set for the night. The expectations of this holiday exhaust me and it amazes me how this used to be my favorite of them all. I suppose I was kind of a sucker as a kid. Funny how I grew up to be in advertising isn’t it? I guess I get to turn the tables on humanity in general now.
Off to chill out with Deckard and Rachael who, by the way, totally spells her name the right way. Go Ridley.
