Boomearring
Last night at the bar, Meara says to me, “Ooh, are you intentionally only wearing one earring?” Now, I’ve not done that since about third grade when I used to wear one huge blue earring with an equally huge blue sweater over black leggings, but enough about that. One of my earrings that I’d purchased in Croatia (and thus of great sentimental as well as stylish value) had gone missing. After a brief look around the bar, we kind of gave up, but I was actually kind of confident that I’d find it because my jewelry has a way of coming back to me. For instance:
In Berlin, I lost one of my rings at a bar the night before I left town. All the next day I searched thru everything I owned, shook out everything I’d worn, etc. Then, being the punctual person I am, I had to run thru the U-bahn and across half of Berlin to arrive with 2 minutes to spare for my train, so with all the jostling there is no way this ring was still in the cuff of my pants or anything. Anyway, after changing cars at one point, I finally settled down to sleep. The next morning I sat up and it was underneath where I’d been laying. Or:
I couldn’t find my silver bracelet for about a week when I was in Melbourne. It has a tendency to fall off my wrist, but I’d always found it before. But it was nowhere. Then about a week later I was cleaning around the bar, and there it was. Turned out that Ben Wood had found it the week before on the floor of the bar after some crazy night. Everything we found always came home with us, and Ben was known to give his sister any girlie stuff he found. And yet somehow, without knowing it was mine, he just put it behind the bar and never took it home. I re-found the same bracelet in my house after it’d been missing for so long that my mother had looked for a new one for me.
Needless to say, we found my earring on the bottom front step of Jeremy’s apartment building - just chilling there, waiting for us to turn up.
In other news, after 23 years of living in this city I finally saw my first guy jacking off on the train. He was directly to my right, and I was torn between wanting to see the reaction of the three suburban girls that were standing directly in front of him and the realization that if he turned to his left when he came I’d bear the full brunt of his ecstasy. I decided to hedge my bets, and the girls were too ditsy to notice anyway.
And finally, someone sent me this message on Friendster today: “When the vibes of one heart, is what other soul senses…..Let’s begin something beautiful……” For the punctuation alone, worlds of no.
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