Hey, this is rambly. But I’m back. So here’s my number, etc.
(Remember my first post when I explained my tendency to start new things with “ok?” Well, it’s been a while, so I guess it’s appropriate. Evidently now there’s also a “so.”)
So for those of you who don’t know, I’ve been living in North Carolina for the past two months, following my dreams and trying to change the world. (I’ve only been gone from this blog for two months; you’ve just missed me a lot, so it feels like longer.) And I want to talk about that soon, but first I want to tell you about something that happened to me today, which inspired me to start writing here again.
Also, I should add that I’m at work, answering phones, which have been silent for the past ten minutes, and once I started typing, they started ringing like crazy. They are currently ringing like crazy. Hold on.
This reminds me of my diary in 7th grade. As if the pages were waiting patiently for me to return from frying my hair straight for two hours instead of learning Latin.
Also, in case you’re wondering, I still work at Bublé. It’s been almost two years now. But I don’t want to spread things too thin, so I can also talk about that later and talk about the production company that Bublé has inspired, and the fact that I create a production company every summer except not really, and ok I need to stop. I’m getting ahead of myself. It’s just been so long and I’m so happy to see you.
So here is why I’m here. Today I was sitting outside a cafe in Brooklyn waiting for a phone call, and two guys, about my age or a little older, I think gay but who cares, walked by me. They immediately caught my eye because one of them was wearing a deep blue shirt with white shorts, and the other one was wearing deep blue shorts with a white shirt. And it didn’t seem like they did it on purpose. ButtonFace and I do this sometimes by mistake, but never this extreme. (I’m sorry…I don’t remember if I ever made up a name for you here. So I’m just using your real one.) I noticed that their outfits were almost completely opposite identical, except that the white shorts on the one wearing white shorts had very thin, faint stripes. So I processed all of this and then forgot about it for the rest of the day.
But THEN, later, as I was getting off the subway to come to Bublé, THE SAME GUYS WALKED PAST ME, still in their matching outfits. I knew it was them because the white shorts still had the subtle thin stripes, and also because it was just definitely a hundred percent them.
For those of you who don’t live in New York (or for those of you who do and don’t know where Bublé is because Bublé is not a real place) these two locations are very far apart. And yet I was at each of them at the same time as these guys, with the matching outfits, twice in one day.
So ok. I know this means SOMETHING. It has to. But what, exactly?
Let me know.
(It’s nice to be back.)