October 22, 2009
So, I'm tired of being sick. As many know, I have very little patience. So, I double up my dose of medicine last night. It works! I feel better! Now, for just one more night of medicine and I should be as good as new! It's going to be a beautiful day and I go to work.
I go to Wall Street and work with a corporate event planning company. It's so fun down there! It is suit central and pocket protector paradise, but the area is great! The streets are made of brick and they remind me of roads I went down in France--small and narrow, but full of nostalgia and character. All of the old buildings, with the old-world charm carvings and architecture make for a warm feeling. And ladies, let me tell ya'! If you want to find a man, this is the place you need to linger around!
While at work, a lady and I start talking about Halloween. We get on the topic of haunted houses and how they are ridiculously scary here! In Iowa, you are not allowed to touch the haunted housers. Here, it's no holds bar! They can touch you, grab you, whatever! She tells me about the Vortex Haunted House. Here's what happens:
1. You go in alone! (Yeah...that will never happen!)
2. They offer a $1 shot of whiskey (You'd have to give me the whole bottle to go in at all!)
3. You have to get on your hands and knees and crawl at the end (Nope!)
4. It's only 15 minutes (Probably the longest 15 minutes of your life!)
5. They say be prepared for "graphic sexual and extremely violent situations" (Why would you do this to yourself? You have to be clinically insane!)
Check it out here!
I leave work and get on the subway. It's crowded, due to the work crowd, and an empty seat opens up. So, I think I will be smart and sit down. As soon as I do, a rather large, black women walks on the train and says, quite rudely, "Excuse me." I look at her and think, You want to sit here? You can't even fit your big ass into your jeans. What makes you think you can fit in the 4-inch space next to me? But, she manages to do it. She doesn't care that I'm smashed up against the railing, or that a white man's tush is rubbing against my cheekbone. This is going to be a long ride home. I think to myself. Then, when people get off the train and empty the seats next to us, she still doesn't move! There is plenty of room to scootch over, but I guess she really likes cuddling up to me, because she does not move!
I get home to get more rest. The weekend is shaping up to be a fun one!
Note to self: When you've gone through almost a whole bottle of cough medicine in about three days, maybe you should take other precautions. Taking four tablespoons, instead of two tablespoons may not be the best solution to your problem. But hey, if it works...