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| rina (profile) wrote, on 2-6-2005 at 5:17pm | |
| Current mood: woo. Music: where is my mind - the pixies Subject: finding new york II |
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| of course he wasnt from california. he was from new york. from brooklyn. he knew the taste of real pizza, and could accurately depict the big apple and its millions of inhabitants on a routine monday morning. and it figured that after meeting this kid, brian, and talking for maybe 15 minutes, that my cellphone would ring with its what's my age again ringtone. i sighed. hold on a minute, i said, and grabbed my nokia from my back pocket. brian just nodded. hello? i asked the phone. "alice, we're coming to pick you up, your brother made reservations for a new restaurant," replies the voice. why do i have to go? "because its a family thing," my mother says. whatever. i'll be waiting, i reply. i pushed the end button on my phone and shoved it back into my jeans. brian looked at me with his blue, blue, pale sky blue eyes. "leaving?" he asked quietly. yeah, i said. i guess we have some reservations at this new restaurant somewhere. happen to know about it? "nah," he said. "but i have to leave for work soon, anyways." oh. well, i guess i'll see you around? "yeah," he said in that same quiet tone. i saw my mother's green jeep wrangler start to pull up. i remember seeing it in the parking lot when i came out of the airport, and asking her what the hell she was thinking. first, she said not to use that language, and then said that it was the "thing" to have jeeps in california. i realized later that it was so not the thing to have. everyone had convertibles here, and i could understand that. despite the dumb beaches, california had really nice weather. i didnt want to go to another restaurant. the one last night was awful, the waiters couldn't take a joke. my mother said in the car afterwards that asking if the opera singer was a dying cat wasnt funny, and that i shouldnt try to taunt the host. she was mistaken though, because the timing was perfect for it. it was hilarious; some of my best work. i realized i had around two minutes. do you have a computer? i asked brian. "yeah," he said. fantastic. do you have a pen? brian wore a confused look on his face as he reached in his jean pockets and dug out a black pen. give me your hand, i said urgently. the look deepened as he stuck out his right hand. i grabbed it and scribbled my screen name on it. if he didnt have aol, i was going to cry. he had to have aol. he smiled at the word on his palm and said, as my mother honked the horn in the parking lot, "hope you manage to find your way out of the rabbit hole." i half-heartedly rolled my eyes. i've had it since i was twelve, i said. he just smiled. my mother honked the horn again. "don't be late," he said. yeah, yeah, its an important date, i got it, i said as i walked towards the parking lot. |
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dreamiecloud | 02-09-05 6:22pm <33 awesome |
rina | Re:, 02-09-05 10:27pm woo :) |