I had an interesting day yesterday. We had our "offsite" for our entire Corporate Finance team which was pretty fun and gave me (the newest member of the team) a chance to talk to people I don't interact with often. I talked to our VP at lunch and she told me Ellen (my manager, I sing her praises) says many good things about me! I love that kind of feedback. Our meeting ended at 3 and we all shoved off to Americano for drinks and appetizers and merriment. Too much fun indeed. I had 3 Tokyo Iced Teas (for those of you who have never heard of this, I hadn't either til last weekend when a friend introduced me to them. It is a Long Island Iced Tea with Midori instead of Coke), and was quite the social butterfly. I left well after the last express bus leaves to Ocean Beach, so I had to take the muni back and then either walk the mile to my apt or call my friend/neighbor to come get me.
On the way home I was sitting on the muni (like the metro for you DC folk, except it runs underground downtown only, above ground everywhere else) and I was spacing out on the gangway moving back and forth as the train moved along. I started to feel a hint of sadness, and even though I couldn't see myself I could feel the emptiness in my eyes. Then I looked up and saw beautiful Victorian homes and lush green parks pass by and my sadness quickly dissolved as I reminded myself "I live in beautiful San Francisco!"
Then this guy across from me kept looking back and staring at me. All I could sing in my head was "fat man in a little coat" even though this was a short man in way-too-big-for-him coat. I found humor in that and then wondered what it would be like to be a seat on the muni. If I was a seat for a day.... who would sit in me? Where are they going? What are they feeling? Could I tap into their psyche and experience life as them for a brief moment? (Mind you, I'm listening to some Thievery Corporation on my iPod... a bit of trippy loungey music which allows my mind to wander.)
I snap out of it as I realize that we are no longer moving and I can vaguely hear a man talking over the intercom. I remove my headphones and he's saying that the train in front of us isn't moving and we should de-board. Something about a medical emergency. So everyone gets off and starts walking towards the first train, which appears is about to leave. Luckily I managed to jump on that one and then I asked a guy sitting there what happened. Apparently two punk kids were fighting on the train and they stopped it so the cops could come get them, but they already took off running. Weird.
I live in San Francisco. I. LIVE. HERE. Still makes no sense in my brain.
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Brenda... are you on acid? One time, while hooked up to "laughing gas" at the dentist, I swore that I knew what it felt like to be drawn onto a piece of paper... but like I said, I was breathing in laughing gas. Anyway, I'm glad that you had a good night and that you were only sad for a moment. It's good to know that you are enjoying SF!
have you left any oj in the cupboard lately? :-)
xox
lol.... NO Gordo! has dan?? cuz we all know it was REALLY him who did that!!!
wow! sounds interesting...i had a chat with my doc while under anesthesia this weekend...the nurse said he kept asking if she was sure i was out lol so glad you are doing well out there in san fran :)
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