i left my house late on purpose because i wanted to be fashionably late to my friend's dad's birthday party and as i was walking to the train i kept looking at the families and thinking how cute they were like there was this adorable indian/black couple <3 anyway on the train there were 2 guys playing the bongos and there was a little girl who was fascinated and they got her to play along and everyone in the train was laughing and a bunch of people donated money to the drummers and then i got off the C at west 4th and i went down to transfer to the F (if ur a new yorker u kno the F is notoriously flaky) and i mean west 4th has terrible service to begin with but the F train is one more level under ground so i didnt have any service so i was just looking around at all the different couples and groups of friends and listening to conversations and it felt so weird to be a fly on so many different walls but at the same time it felt so normal and i mean ok so i got to west 4th at 7:16 (the party started at 7) and thEN IT TOOK LIKE 12 HRS FOR THE TRAIN TO COME AND I ENDED UP GETTING OUT AT 7:45
so i decided to run and i mean 2nd ave is a pretty safe avenue esp around houston but once u start going east it gets a little less safe, and when i was going btwn 1st and ave A these 3 teenagers were walking on the sidewalk in the opposite direction so i slowed down to make room and one of them (sadly black) put his arms out to "catch" me and he said "ooh baby" and i was like "yo get the fuck away from me" and they were all laughing at me but he let me go and i started running again but i turned around and flipped them off and said "fuck you" and one guy said "ok sure" and another one said "fuck me too" and the third guy said "in the ass" and some random other guy on the opposite corner said "miss, did those guys touch you?" and i was like ???? goodo samaritan??? ? and i turned around to say "no i'm good" but then he keeps on going "miss? miss? did they touch you? if i beat them up for you will you fuck me too?" and i was like ok guess not, getting out of here rn
and then i kept running and i got to the restaurant and everyone was like yay shes here and friend is in 8th gr so she was hanging out w her 7th gr neighbor and friend's bro is a jr and he and i were sitting at a different table (no space left for me, all the adults were squeezed in as it is, so he offered to sit somewhere else w me and all the adults--all white ppl in their 50s and 60s and one black couple and my parents--go awwwww and we're just like pls) and me and boy (@sylviaplath not th boy but a boy) were just talkin abt school and life and and books and the universe and music and i told him abt what happened to me on the way there and he was so adorably angry he was like you shouldve told me right away i wouldve gone out and fucked them up and i was like no u wouldnt u weigh 12 pounds (he made a big deal once about gaining enough weight to make the football team @ his school so i always tease him abt how skinny he is) (hes rly qt tho)
so i mean on the c train there was a rly cute black guy sitting next to me and on the f train there was this very sweet group of three college kids who were obviously new to the city bc they were like "oh my god guys. oh my god. are you ready to do this." and i was like ooh lets eavesdrop and find out what theyre gonna do "are you ready. to get. off. the. traINNN" and i was like ok.... and we were getting off at the same stop and theyre all super pumped and i just say "excuse me" really loudly once and everyone moves to make way and theyre all like oh.
and then i get hit on in the middle of a fairly dark street next to what i can only assume was some sort of affordable housing complex by three clearly fit (fairly attractive if they werent threatening to fuck me in the ass) teenage boys and i didnt bat an eyelid and i was just thinking on my 30 second run from there to the restaurant how entitled i am to walk new york streets without fear bc i live in a good neighborhood i literally /forgot/ to be afraid of these three boys even though there wasn't anyone else on that block that would be close enough to help me if something happened (yea there was a guy on the corner but supposing these boys had wanted to do something to me they could have hurt me before anyone noticed or got there quick enough)
and talking w boy i was just kind of reflecting on this whole evening all the people i saw and the lives i momentarily popped into and thinking about what Crimson Lipstick was doing as boy and i were talking, what Wispy Grey Hair was thinking about as i briefly imagined his face, whether Nervous Hottie was still fiddling with her rockin pencil skirt every .2 sec, what those three teenage boys were doing and who they were scaring and if their moms ever told them not to treat girls that way and if they would ever learn how it feels to be on the receiving end of that kind of treatment
the cake was nice too