Monday, September 26, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
He’s dressed in an orange button down shirt and he is wearing a blazer in order to cover a coffee stain, a stain that I notice only when he pulls back the bottom left part of his jacket. He is waiting by the clock—yes that clock—the one in the train station you see in all the movies where a boy meets a girl, yes that storyline, in that big city…that storyline, in that train station, in that big city, where they fall in love.
I can tell he has noticed me awkwardly staring off into space, alone against the wall, that is placed perfectly between tracks 16 and 17. I can tell this because he is awkwardly looking at me and then away as I catch his eye.
I’ve lost my train of thought as I watch the track numbers, the train lines, and the final destinations rotate on the board—the world moves while I sit still…still and alone.
“So who are you waiting for?”
A voice interrupts my already distracted state.
I probably could have thought of something witty to say to this stranger, this stranger who is wearing an old dirtied pair of converse, but I don’t, and instead, I look up and I realize it’s the man I was exchanging awkward glances with. I pull down my headphones.
“No one,” I say.
“Oh come on, a pretty girl in Grand Central, alone, surely you are waiting for SOMEONE.”
He takes a seat next to me.
I look at him, he’s got ruffled brown hair like the main character in Almost Famous. “Well we are all waiting for someone, aren’t we? But today, I am not expecting a familiar face. Let’s be honest—Justin Timberlake is on two billboards in my subway station—he’s the only familiar face I see anymore.”
He laughs. “Honestly, though?”
“Honestly. Today, I am just looking for a lot of unfamiliar faces that are experiencing a lot of familiar feelings as me.”
“Well aren’t you just chipper,” his green eyes are glowing.
“Okay, pretty boy—who are you waiting for so patiently here in the great Grand Central?”
“Oh…so you can be here all alone…but I can’t?”
“I’m not patiently waiting—I am impatiently waiting. I got stood up.”
I think to myself…great, stood up, now he thinks I am the rebound. Couldn’t I have just been waiting for a train? Couldn’t I have just lied and said I was waiting for my boyfriend? Couldn’t I have just not looked so damn lonely. I should have smiled more while I was sitting alone. I should have had a book out. I should have just not awkwardly stared at him—and then away.
“I hope you aren’t hoping that I was stood up too so that we could play this out like a silly movie.”
“No. I was thinking sitting was a better option than standing. My feet are killing me. I really need a new pair of shoes.”
He is right…He does need a new pair of shoes. I look around, all the stair cases are empty…and some walls are bare. “You had other options…”
“Well, if we are sharing this feeling called loneliness, we might as well not be drinking it alone.”
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Are your neighbors banging their drums too fiercly? Is their keyboard out of tune? Is their guitar amp—a tad too loud, and their voice slightly out of tune? Then get out of your apartment and head to a SoHo penthouse where all these sounds will blend together perfectly for a delightful evening. No earplugs necessary.
This Saturday, September 17, you can step off the alleyways and into an eloquent, fun, and easy going cocktail party as Suzy Sellout and Prints Charming SoHo put on their fourth—(and likely final) Artists' Salon, a collaboration of musicians, dancers, artists, and poets who come together to perform, mingle, and interpret a specific theme.
That theme? Feed the Beast.
A 20 dollar donation is suggested (food and wine included), but you’ll feel like the evening was worth much, much more as you “dress to the nines,” connect with creative minds, and enjoy a variety soulful entertainment.
After attending my first Salon in April, I made it a point to clear my calendar for any event that the wonderful Kathrine Becker and Ari Millner planned, crafted, and coordinated in the future. Their professionalism, organization, and careful consideration of all acts is nothing short of superb.
The bottles pop at 8:30 and the show starts at 9. Trust me, it’s not something you’ll want to miss.
How will you feed the beast?
Get started by RSVPing to Kathrine at firstname.lastname@example.org
Then head to the event for these talented artists:
Jiliane Russo & Friends
Kathrine Becker: www.suzysellout.com
Ari Millner: www.printscharmingsoho.com
Sunday, September 11, 2011
#On911 I was 13 and confused. Our teachers were told to turn off their televisions, keep us away from the computers and go about the day as if nothing had happened. But something had happened. Something big. Something called a terrorist attack.