Blind Prophecy

I'm having a pretty fun summer now that the July of 5 weekends is here. Aside from work, all of my various responsibilities are on hold, so I have free time to just relax and play for the first time in a while.

Last weekend I decided to brave the crowds and hang out at Coney Island Beach. It wasn't as crowded as I feared it would be (although I didn't really spend any time on the boardwalk or rides).

On the Fourth of July, despite the early warnings of a summer cold, I went to my friend Rachael's 35th floor apartment on the upper west side and watched the fireworks. They looked like this. 

Unfortunately, the summer cold kicked into high gear the next morning, so I took a day off work. Between the holiday, a sick day, and a short Friday because of our staff picnic, it was a very short work week. 

For our office picnic, we went to Governor's Island. Unfortunately it was kinda rainy, so we didn't hang out all afternoon. We did have sandwiches and some people played frisbee. The view was pretty, despite the haze and light rain.

So last night Rachael was having a birthday party. It was a costume party around the theme "hot mess." I wore a toga.

It was raining on the way to the party and I'm wearing flip-flops because my costume is a toga. I've got gym shorts and a hoodie on over the toga and I'm carrying a bag full of beverages for the party. As I'm crossing West End Avenue, I'm a little slower that the rest of the pedestrians crossing with the signal, but only by a few feet. Suddenly this guy driving some kind of SUV comes tearing around the corner too fast and slams on his brakes about the same time I see him coming. He hit me full on and knocked me back about 3 feet.

The guy rolled down his window and started shouting at me. "Didn't you see me? Didn't you see me?" I swore at him. Someone yelled at him from the sidewalk - pointing out that I had the right of way and pointing to the still green walk signal. The guy yelled "Didn't you see me?" again and gestured like I was an idiot. At that point I walked around from the front of the car toward the people who were yelling from the sidewalk. I screamed something back at him about him being the one who was driving like a fucking idiot and that I had the right of way. Since I was no longer physically in front of his car as I yelled this, the guy took off at the sort of reckless speed you would expect from this story. No one got his plates. I couldn't even describe the car with any detail.

Luckily I'm fine. A little bruised, but no open wounds.

Anyway, I showed up to the hot mess party like a hot mess. Then got appropriately inebriated. 

So now I'm not spending money for the rest of the weekend. I may not even leave the apartment.

I got one of those fancy new Google Plus profiles. I do like it better than facebook so far, but that may be the shiny new-ness. One of the things that killed MySpace was that it got too cluttered with bells and whistles. Compared to Google+, Facebook feels like it's full of clutter and stupid pointless apps that I can't ignore fast enough.

Filed under: personal by Jere Keys