One of these days my sleep schedule will get back to normal which will bring my blogging schedule back to the mornings where they belong. Till then I’ll just do the best I can.
Yesterday was the big Elizabeth Warren rally at the Kings Theater in Brooklyn. I was excited to see Warren again. I was excited to see Julian Castro for the first time. I was excited to finally go to the Kings Theater. Let’s just say I was excited. I was also tired; my sleep issue rearing its ugly head. I considered not going, but realized it was important that I do go, both for Warren and my emotional well-being so I did. I just wasn’t my usual compulsive self. I had registered for the event online and figured that I didn’t need a great seat. It was more about being part of the crowd than anything else. The email said to start lining up at 5 and I planned to arrive around 6. I got there a little later than that. The event didn’t start until 7.
When I arrived, I saw the line was enormous. I kept walking without seeing its end. I finally arrived, blocks away. Even though I had registered online I had to then register again via text. Once I did that I got a text back with a picture of Warren’s dog Bailey. Bailey has a prominent role in the campaign. Any candidate good enough for Bailey is good enough for me. After getting my picture of Bailey I got a green sticker. That means I was registered to go in. I didn’t want to lose it, so I stuck it to my forehead. The young women in front of me both put it on their jackets. It was drizzling. Both of their fell off. I had made a good call. I got friendly with the two women and spent my time talking to them. The line moved nicely. And then, when we still far from the entrance we were told the theater was filled. Ugh! The one time I’m not compulsively early I paid for it. Experiences like this are why I’m compulsively early. Did you noticed I just contradicted myself? I said it was the “one time” yet I said I had “experiences,” plural, like this. It wasn’t the one time, but they are few and far between. It took me close to an hour and a half to get there and it was all for naught.
When live hands you lemons make lemonade. I realized I was close to Katherine’s house; I called her and asked if she wanted to hang out. She did. I should move to the Kings Theater. It’s about equidistant from Carolann’s, Coco’s, and Katherine’s homes. Maybe they’ll let me live in the former projection booth.
I ended up spending a lot more time with Katherine than the scheduled length of the rally. The ratio of objective-time:travel-time was more than twice as high as I had expected. I thought it would be an early night, but it turned out quite differently. First we went for coffee and pastry. I had an incredible cupcake and Connecticut Muffin. When they closed, we went to the Sycamore. I had a beer! All we did was talk, but like Sam Spade I’m a man that likes to talk, at least with some people. We talked of many things, Of shoes — and ships — and sealing-wax — Of cabbages — and kings — And why the sea is boiling hot — And whether pigs have wings. They don’t, except for pigs that become angels.
Thanks to the MTA app I got to the subway three minutes before the train arrived. The Sycamore is almost next door to the train station. A perfect location for someone waiting for a train. I didn’t have a long wait at Herald Square for the D train, so the trip home was relatively easy. But as I started at 12:46, yes I know to the minute, I got home around 2 AM and even then had trouble sleeping. I wondered if it was because of the coffee I had at 7:30 but that makes no sense. I regularly drink two cups at home and often take a nap right afterward. I will not come up with a hypothesis. It wouldn’t be based on anything. If it happens next time I drink coffee in the evening I’ll make a note of it. I do that often enough with no effect I suspect it won’t.
Today I have to missions, do laundry and buy coffee. Unfortunately, I’m a coffee snob. I might end up at Dunkin’ Donuts. I know many coffee snobs are now sneering at me. It’s not nearly as good as Ahrre’s, but I can get it today and as I’m out, that’s when I need it. Starting a day without coffee is too terrible to contemplate.
Wise Madness 