Since we will be leaving for our cruise next week, I decided to bring my luggage to RQS's place so that I don't have to handle two rolling bags, a CPAP machine and a small backpack on the subway the day before our trip. And this is where my apprehension kicked in - I am a little nervous about flying overseas and going through customs in a foreign land. To make things a little worse, I fear losing my travel documents (and other important things) while overseas. Yes, I am a little out of my comfort zone. But it takes a willingness to leave one's comfort zone in order to grow.
I called a cab to take me to the train station, then headed down to Manhattan on a local. (I prefer express trains, but I didn't want to wait the extra 20 minutes and arrive within 5 minutes of the first train.) And then it was a descent into the bowels of the NYC Subway. The MTA says that Union Square is an "accessible" subway station, but it is not so if you are traveling on one of the numbered lines (4, 5, & 6). There was no way that I was going to hump a 50+ lb. suitcase up a flight and a half of stairs to make a connection there. So I made my transfer at Bleeker street. I'm not sure if this was a mistake, as I ended up standing for my entire trip to Queens. Luckily, the bus arrived within 5 minutes, and I was able to make to RQS's within 2 1/2 hours of leaving home.
Shortly after I got there, we went out to eat. This was one day that I wish I had been able to do out as Marian, as it was a perfect day to wear a nice dress. When we got home, RQS joked (but was half serious) that we're getting to the point where she's comfortable seeing me in a dress all the time. Wow! Who'd have thought this 2 1/2 years ago?!?!
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The next day, we decided to go into Manhattan to see a play at the Irish Repertory Theater. But first, we had to go to the bus stop. On the way there, we saw a resident of this apartment building putting this sign up as a protest against the building's owners. (There was a commotion at this building that made the news from what RQS said, and that the 2 owners come from an insular section of Williamsburg, Brooklyn where ethnic bonds are very tight.) RQS is grateful that she has a harmonious relationship with her landlord, even though he lives at least 2 hours away from her. But I digress....
Molly Sweeney is a 3 person play about a blind woman, her husband, and the doctor who allows her to see for the first time since she was 18 months old. The actors were fantastic, and the play was moving. It is tragic, as giving this woman sight ended up removing her from the world in which see without the benefit of eyesight.
After the play, we stopped into the above hot dog joint for a bite to eat before returning home. While there, a bum started hassling the owner, demanding food and creating a nuisance of himself. It got so bad, that the owner had to chase the bum away by swinging a 2" x 4" at the bum. When the bum was gone for a while, the owner noted that the police don't bother coming to chase these people away anymore. Store owners in the area are helpless, and have to defend themselves against these crazies who return on a daily basis. A few minutes later, the bum returned and started hassling a lady. Luckily, the bum stopped bothering her. But if he had laid a finger on RQS (or myself), I would have slammed him to the ground, stomped on his balls, then make sure that he needed medical help before calmly walking away from the scene.
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The next day, it was time to go home. In one sense, the return home was uneventful save for 2 things:
- I made the mistake of going to White Castle and ordering the wrong food.
- My belt buckle broke, which rendered the belt useless.
Why do I mention White Castle? Well, I have loved "Belly Bombers" since I was young. And this outlet was at the transfer point between bus and subway, a very convenient spot for me to indulge in a guilty pleasure. However, Puerto Rican day was being celebrated a block away from the Castle, and several young children were getting in the way of the soda machine - which had run out of the syrups for the choices I'd like to have made. The distraction of children near the order window caused me to order the wrong thing - 2 chicken sliders instead of the 4 burgers I usually get. I also ordered clam strips - another mistake, since they were overdone and had no flavor. (I should have gone to the local Mickey D's a block away.) On the way out, I noticed that my pants were a little loose and found that the reversible buckle had broken. Since I couldn't fix it, I had to toss it and go home with loose pants. It would have been another perfect day to be out as Marian - especially if I could have been wearing a dress. But I'll have to save that for tomorrow.
