Thursday, March 14, 2013

scintilla project: day 2


Today’s Scintilla prompt: Tell a story about something interesting (anything!) that happened to you, but tell it in the form of an instruction manual. (Step 1, Step 2, etc.)

How to end up on a PATH train from Manhattan to Hoboken in bright green fuzzy slippers in 9 easy steps:

1)      Plan fabulously fun weekend in NYC with your friends.

2)      Wear too-high platform sandals, despite the fact you turn your ankle quite a bit.

3)      Drink a lot for several hours in a row with said friends. Fun and frivolity abound.

4)      Declare that “I’m pretty sure I’m going to fall” when headed for train. You say this not because you are drunk – you just “have a feeling.”

5)      Fall ass over teakettle in the middle of New York City. Snap the strap of your sandal. Laugh your ass off. Piss off your friend who is really focused on getting to the train. Laugh harder. Because what else can you do?

6)      Take cab to station. See a big beautiful Duane Reade. Tell friends you MUST get a pair of flip flops because it is impossible to walk in broken sandal and there is no way in hell you are going barefoot.

7)      Friends head into Duane Reade to look for footwear. You limp in behind them with another friend, who is photographing whole event with great amounts of glee.

8)      Friends say that because it is late October, there are no flip flops for sale. However, there are slippers. In a bright neon green variety. You suspect friends might be lying. You don’t really care.

9)      After dumping your sandals in a trash bin with great ceremony, you wear the slippers on the train back to Jersey, secretly happy because those sandals were uncomfortable anyway. And you know what? Not a single person looked twice.

 

I love New York.


 

16 comments:

Laura G said...

Everyone should wear green fuzzy slippers in NYC at least once!

Dwayne "The Train" said...

amanda, i remember this day. not because i was there but because you live tweeted the shit out of it.

i hated that day.

now, looking back, i kinda enjoyed it.

Dwayne "The Train" said...

AMANDA--DISABLE YOUR COMMENT MODERATION. I HATE FUCKING CENSORSHIP, YOU HITLER.

Stereo said...

I am not entirely sure the exact words of my previous comment but I know it included the words "And not a single fuck was that day given" which seems like the most important part of it so let's stick with that.

I love you.

Lesley said...

EXCELLENT! That is one of the greatest things about living here.

Nikkiana said...

I suppose now isn't the time to tell you that Duane Reade sells these little ballerina flats for women in just such a predicament, is it? They're usually in the aisle with the foot cream and the corn pads.

dominique said...

i remember this day too, and it was amazing! one of these days i have to join you for one of your adventures.

Debbie said...

I really like those slippers! Great story.

Brandee said...

I love the pictures, and I remember the live tweeting, too!

Awesome!

bellerenee said...

Oh this is just fantastic. I knew I was going to love it immediately.

Bibliomama said...

You totally rock. I got drunk and took the subway in too-high shoes in New York, and I could hardly walk the next day. Green fuzzy slippers would have been the way to go.

Someone Somewhere said...

Oh. My. God.

What a true New York moment you captured. :)

Jason said...

Sounds like a large time, haven't been to NY in a long, long time. But much fun was to be had and I remember getting drunk and watching women fall. Hmmm?!

postmoderngirls said...

Green fuzzy slippers = awesome.
Falling over in New York and pissing yourself laughing = pretty damn epic.

Tracy Mangold said...

I LOVE the picture. Awesomeness.

Beth said...

I have walked myself completely barefooted through the streets of downtown Little Rock due to broken flip-flops.

I feel this qualifies us to hang out at some undetermined moment of the future.