shy city

like seeing an ex boyfriend for the first time since the breakup, i was in chicago last weekend. out of sight out of mind i guess, i couldn't remember the train system to save my life. i was afraid of being embarrassed. such is the way when you show up out of nowhere. but chicago was gracious. i made it downtown. made it into an old toyota. made it to wrigleyville and spent the rest of the weekend drinking whiskey and wearing lace and passing around a box of tissues. such is the nature of old love. breakups are so complicated.

when i landed in new york city i lost my metro card. the bank was closed. my phone battery was dead. and best buy didn't have any paul simon. i was at a loss. and really mad. i made it to my apartment, don't worry about that. but in the absence of empathetic slow jams and after shelling out 50 bucks for a new metro card, i stood in the hallway in my underwear and said to olive the cat, "why does today suddenly suck?" she looked right back at me and said, "i'm hungry." i figured this was as wise an answer as i was going to get. i ordered in and put my slippers on. olive and i watched roman holiday while sucking on a jamaican beer and that night i dreamt of being on an airplane in an airport where the lights didn't work.

when i woke up the sun had come out.

it's almost 11 and i haven't answered a single work email. bad dreams and good weather. they distract the mind.