I got about 3.5 hours of sleep last night. Have about a hundred dollars in my account. I’m supposed to get paid today (hasn’t showed up in account yet- damn credit unions!) and I just paid rent. So i have like $200 and PayPal Credit, though ways to use that are limited. Anyways…..
I get to PDX and am waiting to board, when (after 1/2 the plane was boarded) there was a long pause from boarding then they announce they are deboarding the plane….wtf? Lol
So, 6:30 am is as good as a time as any to get a drink. I go the the closest bar which is supposed to open at 5am, and wait there…staring and not breaking eye contact with any of the 18 employees (impressive, I know) for about 25 min until they decide to remove the rope and open. I have a double of course. About 30 min later I board the plane. An hour later i order Vodka/soda and follow that up with 2 more in the next 3 hours.
When I arrive I take a cab (flat rate of $65) to my hostel. I unpack and quickly freshen up (I curled my hair on the plane lol) and catch a cab downtown to lower Manhattan/Time Square. Ran around bar hoping, meeting new people, and getting ripped off by “I love New York” tourist shops until 3 am.
For a bit I sat down in the middle of Times Square, and got on tinder (go fucking figure). It was then that I realized that you will match the people next to you at the time, geographically. What a fucking herpe spreading disease of an app. I video chatted my kid, then headed off again
I met this black dude named Doug at one of the bars I was at and we had a grand old time discussing Covid and shit. He was amazed that I was a non-vaccinated person yet I was not judgmental of his vaccination status. He asked me if I would get it if I was going to get sick and I said, yeah of course?? He started laughing and seemed amazed. I guess New York is the same as everywhere else in the sense most people are fucking opinionated dicks and can’t handle the fact that there might be more than one right answer to something. Everything’s relative. Everything situational. I don’t believe in a black and white decision. Like ever.
When I arrived back at the hostel at like 3 am, I was slightly inebriated, and my card wouldn’t go through. I looked at my account and my check hadn’t fucking gone through yet! I called Mitchell (my boss) and he sounded either drunker than me or asleep (maybe both)….I don’t know what I thought I’d accomplish by that but wasn’t sure what else to do. Eventually the cab driver got my card to run and I exited the cab.
At this point you are probably wondering: why doesn’t this bitch have a credit card? Well, sometime ago I decided I didn’t want to use credit cards anymore so I either stashed them somewhere or missed placed them, long sense forgetting which I did what with and where. By the time I thought about it, well, I’m sure you can guess by now.
Anyways, all the sudden I was starving so I walked to the local rape-mart and ordered a bunch of deli food. You’ll never guess what happened next :/… Couldn’t find my card!! My drunk ass stepped outside and sat down on some stairs and started dumping the contents of my purse and shopping bags all over the sidewalk. A few minutes later some Mexican dude came up to me and was motioning me to go upstairs…
Dude: hey lets go…
Me: dude im good I’m just fucking hungry
Dude: ill get you something lets go (motioning upstairs)
Me: I have something in the store i just need to find my card
Dude: ill get it for you
Me: ok go get it
Dude comes back out with my food and I start mowing it down like a savage.
Dude: (pulls out some cash and motions to go upstairs again)
Me: (laughing) what is that??? Fucking $33!?? WTF??
Dude: (pulls out another $20) here let’s go…
Me: (laughing harder and getting up) fucking $50 seriously?? (Walking back toward my hostel, still shoving my face with food)
Dude: $60!!! $80!!??? Hey come here!!! (Voice fades in the distance)
I’ve always wondered what I was worth: Apparently it’s $80 and a sandwich. Not exactly a self esteem builder lol
A Single White Female 