So I was walking into the subway (a line that is farther from my apmt), so I'm running late to meet my friends. And I'm hurrying to the escalator, and I know I have about 60 seconds before the train arrives at the bottom of this escalator.
And there's this lady with crutches and a child. They're standing in front, blocking the whole escalator, for about 40 seconds. She apologizes, and I run down the escalator, but I hear the train and realize it's gone.
So now, having to wait for the next train, I'm going to be like 30-40 minutes late instead of 10.
I'm bummed about this and walking past the huge crowd who just got off of the train, and this random older black man takes his bunched up newspaper and jabs me in the nose with it. Not that hard, but very intentionally. He must have been crazy. I felt like he hated me and he didn't even know me. The shock of it almost made me cry, and I hid behind the subway pole for a second. But then I remembered it's just random stuff.
But then this band started playing right behind me (this is what I love about NYC, there's always a saxophone player or random band to illustrate how you feel at any given moment, which makes everything very movie-like) -- and they were really good -- sometimes I feel things like that are meant to be. It was this older black guy and he sang this song, and it actually sounded better than the original, if that's possible. I've never seen someone get so many tips.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mEu8DrO9PbY
And then he sang this one: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hmGQ5SlazJA&feature=related
And then we all had a really nice time at dinner, and it was a cute restaurant. We all got wine and desserts. I love things like that about NYC.
I decided recently to take some classes for fun. I used to do a lot of acting in high school, so I thought that might be fun. But the acting classes in NYC are very expensive -- like $300-$400 dollars and up! So instead I started responding to random craigslist ads for actors (mostly student films etc.)
I ended up being "cast" in this promo video for a company that has classes. So I got to take a wine and painting class for free w/ a group of fake actor friends. I got to keep the painting too, which was awesome. I haven't seen the finished video yet, so I'm not sure if I'm in it. But that'd be fun if I was. All the other girls were full time actors, so I was pretty happy they chose me.
And then I "read" for a short film some random guy was doing, so I met him and this actor guy in the Union Square park and just read some of the script. I think he may have chosen me, but he wasn't that clear.
During the reading we're sitting in this cute little area with tables and chair surrounded by park, with the yellow fall leaves, and there was a squirrel running around us the whole time, as I'm yelling at some actor (who was a -- a bit surreal.
On the way to go to the park, I stopped in Starbucks for a tea. I was ordering when a kooky girl at the next cash register suddenly dropped her entire Venti hot coffee (on the floor, and on my leg), and this line of like 20 people started laughing. I stood there in shock for a second, and asked myself two questions: "Do I still have skin? Yes. Didn't really burn." And "Did it stain? No." Since I had black tights, it didn't. So then I was like "eh.."
The guy behind the register gave me this huge wad of paper towels, one of which was wet, which I thought was very considerate. So I said I was going to put the extra ones on the spill. He was like "OhI don't care about the spill. I just care about you." I was kind of shocked thinking, "Wow you care about me? But I'm some total stranger?" Wow those Starbucks people are nice. Sometimes when you're going through a hard time, you need to hear nice things from total strangers.
Such as one day,which was a very hard day, I went to the dentist, and the ladies at the reception desk were unusually nice, complimenting my nail polish and saying I carried myself well, and it really made me feel better.
The people in the next apartment over are always smoking pot...it comes through the wall. They seem really unhappy to me. Last night he was yelling "Oh, so you think I'm sexist!!" And the rude way he was saying it, I think he probably was. I think he's cheating on her, because I've seen two other girls go in there giggling. I'm just lucky to not be in a situation like that!!
I lost my voice for over a week, and it keeps seeming like it's getting better -- so I go out -- only to get worse. Last night it started to feel like my lungs felt all strange, so I started worrying. But I luckily had antibiotics from last year that I never took (when I had a bad cough for a month that wouldn't go away -- and then it went away the day after I picked up the prescription, so I didn't take it). So I started taking that, and I think it's helping.
It's fall, which is a nice season.
