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A Very Busy Weekend, Part Un
I took Friday off (day only) to sleep in, because I knew I wouldn't get much sleep over the weekend. (Saturday and Sunday were the two days of the Motorcycle Safety Foundation class.) I slept until 12:30 and then just streeeeeetched in bed. It felt great. I've figured out a new way to angle my body in the loft so that I get a little more room, and for those of you who've seen how small my apartment is, you know how precious extra space is. Eventually I thundered downstairs and showered and got all dolled up, and then left for work (evening shift), stopping at a new restaurant to get a grilled Jack and avocado on sourdough sandwich. Yumm. Sat at the phones from 5-8 and then went down the the Village, to a cute place called the Fat Black Pussycat, where I met with Janna and a bunch of her friends to celebrate her birthday. They had a specialty drink called a Key Lime Margarita that was damn good. We ended up leaving and going over to someone's apartment and hanging out for awhile. I eventually left around 12:30 am and walked home.
Which I regretted the next morning, at 5:15, when I woke up. I had to be at the Yonkers Raceway at 7:30 sharp and was--tremble--relying upon public transportation to do so. The school said to leave at least 45 minutes to get there, so I left my apartment at 6:00, all bundled up in my ankle-covering boots, my jeans, my long-sleeved shirt and my gloves and went to the subway station at 50th & 8th. And waited. And waited. And waited some more. I grabbed the first train that came along after 15 minutes and then, after it took off, I realized it was a local A train, rather than the E train I needed. At 59th St. I got off, ran to a taxi and went to 59th & Lexington. After another interminable wait the 4 finally arrived, and I rode it all the way to the end. I was supposed to catch a Bee Line bus, or whatever they're called but eventually grabbed a gypsy cab and got there just in time.
The class had 36 people in it, mostly men (only 4 women). They plowed right on through the booklet, quizzing us after every chapter, and then showing us videos to reinforce what we'd learned. Blah blah blah--written test and I got a 100%. We went out to the range around 1:00 and got on our bikes. It was drizzling at that point but gradually started coming down harder. And harder. And harder. They gave me extra rain gear but I still was soaked. And cold. They decided to let us go early because it was so disgusting--my waterproof raincoat was soaked. Ick. A guy in the class drove me back to the Upper West Side and I took a taxi back to my place. Tim was at Belmont with some great seats and wanted me to join him but I couldn't even think about getting on another train and going out to LI.
While I was in the taxi, Bart called me to say he and Lisa were planning to see a 5:15 showing of Down With Love and did I want to come? Exhausted as I was, I did because I don't get to see Bart that often. I changed and schlepped over in rain gear to the Loew's where I slept through a decent portion of the movie. Jesus, I couldn't keep my eyes open to save my life. If there'd been a fire I would've been in serious trouble. What I remember of the movie, I enjoyed--it was designed to a fare-thee-well, and I love movies and plays like that. Afterward Bart, Lisa and I went to Chevy's Mexican and then I went home.
Which I regretted the next morning, at 5:15, when I woke up. I had to be at the Yonkers Raceway at 7:30 sharp and was--tremble--relying upon public transportation to do so. The school said to leave at least 45 minutes to get there, so I left my apartment at 6:00, all bundled up in my ankle-covering boots, my jeans, my long-sleeved shirt and my gloves and went to the subway station at 50th & 8th. And waited. And waited. And waited some more. I grabbed the first train that came along after 15 minutes and then, after it took off, I realized it was a local A train, rather than the E train I needed. At 59th St. I got off, ran to a taxi and went to 59th & Lexington. After another interminable wait the 4 finally arrived, and I rode it all the way to the end. I was supposed to catch a Bee Line bus, or whatever they're called but eventually grabbed a gypsy cab and got there just in time.
The class had 36 people in it, mostly men (only 4 women). They plowed right on through the booklet, quizzing us after every chapter, and then showing us videos to reinforce what we'd learned. Blah blah blah--written test and I got a 100%. We went out to the range around 1:00 and got on our bikes. It was drizzling at that point but gradually started coming down harder. And harder. And harder. They gave me extra rain gear but I still was soaked. And cold. They decided to let us go early because it was so disgusting--my waterproof raincoat was soaked. Ick. A guy in the class drove me back to the Upper West Side and I took a taxi back to my place. Tim was at Belmont with some great seats and wanted me to join him but I couldn't even think about getting on another train and going out to LI.
While I was in the taxi, Bart called me to say he and Lisa were planning to see a 5:15 showing of Down With Love and did I want to come? Exhausted as I was, I did because I don't get to see Bart that often. I changed and schlepped over in rain gear to the Loew's where I slept through a decent portion of the movie. Jesus, I couldn't keep my eyes open to save my life. If there'd been a fire I would've been in serious trouble. What I remember of the movie, I enjoyed--it was designed to a fare-thee-well, and I love movies and plays like that. Afterward Bart, Lisa and I went to Chevy's Mexican and then I went home.