Earlier today one of my classes finished. It was the one where we read stories about songs. They took a test during the first hour, and then we ate food they brought during the second hour. Pictures, good bye's, and even a gift from one of them (a book!).
Then I had to rush to the train, fall asleep, and then rush off of the train to change, get my bag and power walk to my car parked many blocks away. Air in the tires, navigating absurd NYC traffic patterns to get on the highway, and then finally joining the bumper-to-bumper traffic on the Grand Central Parkway right at the beginning of weekend rush hour. I felt good though, because my sister's flight had been delayed half an hour, so I was only a little late. And right as the traffic really got congested, my playlist went to Gershwin's "Rhapsody in Blue," as good a New York song as any, and also now the perfect recipe for keeping calm during traffic. On top of that, I knew that the worst case scenario was that my sister and her husband would just have to wait longer and we would still be seeing each other for the first time in two years regardless of how long I was stuck in traffic. Besides, a long time ago, when we were living at 224 Munsell Road on Long Island, my sister made me jump in a six foot hole. I was only three years old, but she told me she would get me out. Then she realized she couldn't and she ran away to get help, so now I have an excuse to make her wait whenever I want. Especially because there was a big spider down there with me.
Anyway, it turned out their flight was even later than I expected. They didn't even land until 4:33, and with customs and baggage retrieval, I actually beat them by ten minutes. I was reading boring fashion magazine headlines in the cafe when I decided to check again and I saw my very tall German brother-in-law fresh off his flight from Berlin. So I ducked down and ran toward him and went unnoticed until the last second when I practically tackled him and he let out a surprised, "AHHH!" My sister was in the bathroom, so he asked me to stay with the luggage so he could go outside for a moment. When she emerged she saw me with the luggage instead, and let out a confused, "ARG?!" which she said is her way of expressing joy. Then we drove to my relatives' on Long Island to see cousins, one of whom I also haven't seen in two years.
We have had an excellent evening making fun of my father, because he doesn't arrive until tomorrow.
Then I had to rush to the train, fall asleep, and then rush off of the train to change, get my bag and power walk to my car parked many blocks away. Air in the tires, navigating absurd NYC traffic patterns to get on the highway, and then finally joining the bumper-to-bumper traffic on the Grand Central Parkway right at the beginning of weekend rush hour. I felt good though, because my sister's flight had been delayed half an hour, so I was only a little late. And right as the traffic really got congested, my playlist went to Gershwin's "Rhapsody in Blue," as good a New York song as any, and also now the perfect recipe for keeping calm during traffic. On top of that, I knew that the worst case scenario was that my sister and her husband would just have to wait longer and we would still be seeing each other for the first time in two years regardless of how long I was stuck in traffic. Besides, a long time ago, when we were living at 224 Munsell Road on Long Island, my sister made me jump in a six foot hole. I was only three years old, but she told me she would get me out. Then she realized she couldn't and she ran away to get help, so now I have an excuse to make her wait whenever I want. Especially because there was a big spider down there with me.
Anyway, it turned out their flight was even later than I expected. They didn't even land until 4:33, and with customs and baggage retrieval, I actually beat them by ten minutes. I was reading boring fashion magazine headlines in the cafe when I decided to check again and I saw my very tall German brother-in-law fresh off his flight from Berlin. So I ducked down and ran toward him and went unnoticed until the last second when I practically tackled him and he let out a surprised, "AHHH!" My sister was in the bathroom, so he asked me to stay with the luggage so he could go outside for a moment. When she emerged she saw me with the luggage instead, and let out a confused, "ARG?!" which she said is her way of expressing joy. Then we drove to my relatives' on Long Island to see cousins, one of whom I also haven't seen in two years.
We have had an excellent evening making fun of my father, because he doesn't arrive until tomorrow.
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