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:
Everyone should wear green fuzzy slippers in NYC at least once!
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.
AMANDA--DISABLE YOUR COMMENT MODERATION. I HATE FUCKING CENSORSHIP, YOU HITLER.
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.
EXCELLENT! That is one of the greatest things about living here.
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.
i remember this day too, and it was amazing! one of these days i have to join you for one of your adventures.
I really like those slippers! Great story.
I love the pictures, and I remember the live tweeting, too!
Awesome!
Oh this is just fantastic. I knew I was going to love it immediately.
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.
Oh. My. God.
What a true New York moment you captured. :)
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?!
Green fuzzy slippers = awesome.
Falling over in New York and pissing yourself laughing = pretty damn epic.
I LOVE the picture. Awesomeness.
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.
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