Wednesday, 8 May 2013
So yesterday I ran to the gym to a 45minute total body conditioning class. It was over by 7.15pm and as I left I decided I was too tired to walk the 5miles home as I'd considered and would instead take the subway home. I ran down to the L train platform and was fortunate enough to get straight onto a train that departed a few seconds after I boarded. Nice!! At Union Square where I transfer to go uptown I spied a 6 train from the concourse and rushed down the stairs thinking I would never make it, and triumphantly boarded and even got a seat next to a nice quiet man who was reading his book and keeping his elbows to himself. Swwweeeeeeeeeeeeettttt!!!!
When I got off the train at 77th St and walked uptown towards my apartment it was a lovely evening and there was an abundance of attractive and well muscled blokes out jogging and wearing somewhat revealing outfits - you know those wife beater tanks with the really big armholes that show off their arms and lat muscles? Hey I may have formed an unfavorable opinion of men of late what with some of their recent antics - more on this in a later post - but I'm not dead.
Truth be told though, my day felt a little *too* good to be true and I was on alert for the other shoe to drop, however it was all fine. I made it to my apartment without getting mashed by an errant cab or delivery guy cycling in the wrong direction nor did I fall through any precariously secured basement doors and when I got home I was even greeted by not one, but two checks for monies owed, one for $75 repaying me for the antibiotics I'd paid for out of my own pocket; the other was repayment of surf locker dues from one of my board locker buddies. "Wow, I thought, between Arnold resigning (more on this in an upcoming post too) and having unheard of luck with the subway, getting to ogle some cute men and getting back money I'm owed sooner than I expected I am having a really good day."
Little did I know that payback was just a few hours away. I got an absolute soaking on the way to meet Amanda for breakfast this morning to talk about the possibility of her coming to work at the agency as replacement for Arnold. Admittedly NY1 had forecast heavy showers, but it wasn't so bad when I left at 7.30am this morning. Sure it was raining, but it wasn't bouncing off the road or anything. Nothing that an umbrella couldn't cope with. Ha, I was so naive. I was meeting Amanda at the Pain Quotidien on 7th Avenue between 17th & 18th Streets and decided that instead of taking 4, 5 to Union Square and then taking the L train one stop to 6th Avenue, I would get off the train at Union Square and walk to exit the north side of the subway station which would bring me out on E 17th St. From there I would just walk the few avenue blocks over to 7th Avenue.
Sounds like a reasonable plan right?
That is except when I got to the north side exit the rain started coming down in Biblical proportions prompting the guy handing out the free Metro paper by the steps to the street to blurt out "Oh holy God" as thunder clapped overhead and water crashed down the stairs.
"Oh it's fine," I thought, "it's probably one of those heavy New York showers that's over in a minute, I'll be okay." Ha!! When I finally arrived at Pain Quotidien I looked not unlike this...
...my hair was soaking, my jeans were sodden, my supposedly waterproof coat had soaked through so the back of my cardigan was drenched and my coat literally dripped water. After we'd been sat for an hour I got up to leave and there was literally a puddle beneath me and when I got to the office I had to remove and wring out my socks. Thank God I commute to work in my sneakers and keep my heels in the office and was able to put on a dry pair. I dried out after a couple of hours, but when I first arrived my plan was to pick up my laptop and cab it home and work in pajamas for the day huddled against a radiator. I was very conscious about my hair being a straggly mess and after letting it drip dry for 15 minutes I finger combed it and anxiously asked Amanda how it looked. The response I got was most unexpected.
"It's quite sexy," she said as I stared at her stunned. Drowned rat I expected, but sexy??? Never. "It looks like you've just got out of the shower" she said.
"I'll take it...and you're hired!!" ha ha!!
Of course now after it had dried it didn't look so good, but the comment did cheer me up in the moment.
When I left to go home my supposedly waterproof outdoor sneakers were still wet. I sucked it up, but it was like wearing a couple of soggy sponges on my feet. Ugh!!