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Tuesday, October 1 stop to smell the motorcycles
Catered two more weddings, stopped to smell a flower, (well one lying on the check out counter of my local Korean deli anyway).. Ran around the east village like psychopath running errands, the bank, the gym, the laundry, gotta buy that damn cat litter made out of corn meal for a kazillion dollars a bag.. stopped in Tompkins Square park to watch the dogs run in the big dog run and little dogs scamper in the little dog run…..smiled..
Woke up like so many mornings since last fall, unable to breathe, took my allergy pills..They didn’t work..blew my nose, coughed…wheezed…took another pill…called up F.E.M.A and became an official statistic of September 11th… “ My name is Rossi. I live in downtown Manhattan. I spent time at ground zero a few days after ‘911” didn’t wear my mask..haven’t been able to breathe for a year now…maybe it’s just a coincidence.. Met up with my pal Gus for our new pledge. We decided to do something strange, decadent, bizarre and different for either of us..We’re taking tango lessons. Both of our spouses are accomplished dancers in all things ballroom and, or Latin ballroom. Gus’s idea of dancing is sitting in the corner smoking Marlboros. My idea of dancing is free-style rock, head shaking and feet stomping in a black hole of a nightclub where everyone has pierced eyebrows. Gus’s wife wants him to learn how to dance. She figured I was the only person on earth he wouldn’t be embarrassed around. She was probably right. I on the other hand, still managed to feel fairly flushed, and mortified and basically like a big blonde idiot in the first five minutes of the class but ended up feeling like a fun, hip chick who’s making a few changes in her life…Gus and I weren’t half bad considering the fact that the closest either of us have come to a tango was..an order of Argentinean beef. We went out for drinks and nachos (sorta Latin right?).. and walked along Houston past the great smoked fish place and way too many delis..The night smelled like motorcycles and falafel…the air was crisp and I had a weird new tango beat in my head, felt a little bit like fun…this night..felt almost like fun I gotta remember to live life more often See ya
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