The craziest shit happened to me on the subway on wednesday...
I had spent the majority of my day at the Norwood, this arts club on 14th street I got a fellowship to which has been doubling as the new Stolen Transmission office. I spent the day there with Rob and Jo, going over plans for the year, meeting with people, organizing shit, drinking the cheapest wine on the menu and feeling like a million bucks. I was caught up on sleep (finally), and excited to meet up with my former intern Courntey and her friend Derek for dinner with Jo.
Jo and I hopped on the 14th street A train at about 7:20 and were just chatting about how nice it was to see an old friend that came to visit us at the Norwood. I remember glancing up and seeing this older dude who looked a bit sickly with frazzled gray hair and rough skin and an odd demeanor... angry almost. 5 minutes later, at our next stop at West 4, Jo and I were walking off the train when I felt a gust of air hit my face. I looked up and saw that older sickly guy and said "Did you just blow in my face?" as sweetly and innocently as possible.
"You started it!" he said. I was confused.
"What do you mean? Why did you do that?"
And then he did it again!
Joanna saw the whole thing and pulled me out of the subway and we just stared at each other in disbelief. "Maybe you bumped into him?" she offered as a reason for his crazy.
We got to Vegetarian Paradise and sat down. I started eating my dinner and suddenly got a hot spell. I stood up and walked out of the restaurant to get some fresh air, and five minutes later I came back in and joked that I was old and going through menopause... and I noticed my throat started to feel sore.
About 10 minutes later I started feeling really ill again and said I had to leave immediately because I really wasnt feeling well. I paid for the dinner since I caused it's early end, and ran to a cab. I was feeling ok with the window open and the breeze hitting my face, but by the time I got to my corner on the LES I could hardly keep my eyes open cause I was in so much pain. I quickly paid my fare and ran to the building where i could hardly stand in the elevator. I thought I was for sure going to pass out.
I rushed through the door and puked three times.... everything out. I texted brandon who rushed home from Brooklyn only to find me in fetus position on the couch. I've been sick with like, a bad chest cold, sore throat, fucked up ears ever since!
BEWARE OF THE CRAZIES ON THE SUBWAY!