Newsletters From Manhattan — Saturday
I had to change my flight today. I found out there was already a zoo on the plane and Pirate couldn’t be accommodated. I panicked. I immediately started imagining what it would feel like to leave Pirate behind. How he would feel being left behind. Both of us would be devastated. And what if I did have to leave him, would that be some kind of premonition of my future in New York City? I didn’t want to have to come back for him.
I’m not familiar with booking flights, I’ve barely flown anywhere. After what seemed like hours of holding back anxious tears I had the flight changed and Pirate on board with me. For some reason the site wouldn’t let me put in my credit card info so I hesitantly hit pay with PayPal. I was pretty sure my account was suspended. But all of a sudden I was getting a million text notifications and confirmation emails. Bing bing bing. First a receipt from Venmo for 264 dollars, then a notification saying the transaction had been declined. I knew I didn’t have that much money in the account anyway. Then I got an email with my new itinerary from JetBlue and then all of a sudden a notice saying PayPal paid 264 dollars for a total of five hundred and something. Fuck. I guess I did owe them some money. I checked my Venmo balance and it was at a flat zero. Fuck. I couldn’t even sign in to PayPal, it said I had tried too many times? Well, at least my sweet prince and I would be traveling home together.
I needed to get out of the apartment. The first half of the day I justified staying inside because of the storm. I thought it must surely still be out there. But now it was bright and muggy and I headed towards Central Park with the determined intention to hit the ice cream truck on the corner. I got a caramel sundae soft serve waffle cone. My fingers immediately began to stick to the thin napkin wrapped around the bottom of the cone where the ice cream had already started to escape and was dripping onto my knees as I walked. I heard salsa music everywhere. I walked up to a small crowd at the pond’s edge watching as a beautiful lady with golden hair down to her waist shook her bootie at a young man next to her. She lip synced the words to a song in Spanish that was playing loudly. It was over the top dramatic like daytime soap operas. She twirled and leapt in the face of her scorned lover teasing and scolding him all at the same time. He in turn pleaded and pouted and dramatically danced away in mock heartbreak. The sun was reflecting off the bright golden bangles she wore as she flashed her hands and her lover kept coming back for more. They were being filmed of course, maybe it was for a music video. A few more people had stopped to watch. I was just wishing they weren’t there so I could go wash my sticky hands in the pond water.
I sat cross legged in the middle of a bench under the archway overgrown with whatever kind of viney tree that is. It shadowed the slate walkway and people stopped and took photos of each other in front of the fountain below. A bride in mega extreme puffed up tuling and her groom posed, looking tired for the camera. They moved closer together and the groom smiled uncomfortably.
I watched couples walk past me and decided to play the game of ‘Guess how much sex they have?’ with myself.
Couple number 1. had probably just met and had hot sex in the bathrooms 5 minutes ago.
Couple number 2. strolled by not looking at each other but not really looking at anything else either. They’ve fallen for the comfortable lazy almost never sex life. They don’t even really like each other anymore.
Couple number 3. Those two fuck a lot. Like a lot, but nobody knows it except their neighbors.
Couple number 4. That guy is cheating on her in his mind…
I got a sudden text from Eliot asking how far away I was. He said he had gotten himself into a stupid situation.
Me: I’m at the park
Can be back real quick where are you?
Elliot: I’m stuck in the grass outside on the sidewalk (he had been trying to pick up his dogs shit by himself)
Me: Outside our building?
I’m walking back ow
Eliot: Yeah. The care worker and some guy tried to help me but no luck. She called the fire dept.
Me: At least it’s a nice day?
When I finally got there a couple of cops were yanking his chair with him in it out of the tiny plot of grass in the sidewalk. I hurried to take a photo and some crazy lady yelled “Hey! What do you think you’re doing!?”
“I live with him!” and I pointed at Eliot. Then I turned to the weekend care worker and said, “I’ve just never seen the cops actually doing something so I had to get a picture.” We both laughed. When everyone started to part ways she yelled out “Well at least we know we need the fire department!” #acab