Friday, July 17, 2015
My father died at 2 am. It is 10 am and I am already back in Northeastern PA at my parents’ mother’s house. Everything is terrible. Nothing is comfortable. It’s easily one of the top five worst days of my life (and at least two of the others happened in the days just prior).
Compounding the misery, I don’t really have much to wear. I left NYC for Philly straight from a work meeting on Monday, with just the clothes on my back. There are a few t-shirts and stuff in the drawers of the dresser in my childhood bedroom, but not much else. Katie kindly brought me a suitcase with some clothes on Tuesday, but I have already worn everything in it–other than the lacy yellow thong I found mixed in.*
This is how I ended up dressed like this in a J Crew factory store.
I found Bill right around the corner from where I was living.
Bill was on 20th Street near my first-ever grown-up apartment, a tiny studio on Park Avenue South in Gramercy Park. I was in a bad way and Bill took care of me. It was scary for me to trust again, but with time, I grew to give Bill carte blanche.
At least with my hair.
My hair adventure started just prior to graduating from Cornell.
I had already done a first draft of Londoner Prad Patel‘s Twitter Spotlight when something really cool happened: I got sick in London.
OK, that’s not the cool part (at all). The cool part is that Prad did a very sweet thing and sent me a care package at my London hotel.
Prad’s profile was already one of my favorites since I started featuring people I enjoy following on Twitter in that his answers were thorough and interesting and really made me think.
Twitter friends are real and don’t you doubt it.
OneChicklette: Your favorite qualities in a love interest
@pradip: A sense of adventure – I’m great at causing trouble or doing things which are risky, or which most people would blink twice at. Being around someone who doesn’t have that fear and is happy to hold my hand as I take a plunge is definitely what ticks my boxes.
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Remember the cool new Lodis wallet I bought? I lost it on October 21.
While I can tell you the exact moment I lost it – getting out of a taxi in front of my apartment building as I returned from CA via a red eye – but I can’t tell you how I managed to drop it and not notice during that seven or eight foot long walk to the front door.
About an hour after I returned home, I realized that my wallet wasn’t in my purse. I panicked.
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