Hello. As I write this on Sunday night, I’m fighting a cold and the cold seems to be winning. Nothing major, I just feel off and my nose is stuffed up. I’ll live.
I was on 42nd Street but on a part I’ve never been to. I start walking and I saw the theatre where I’m meeting everyone. But it was so weird seeing it from the reverse perspective that I didn’t believe I was going in the right direction. I didn’t see the Port Authority. I turned around because I was sure I was going the wrong way. I walked over to a park I recognized. At that point, I was going to jump on a train and go home. As I was crossing the street, I ran into Jay! Jay said to me, “What are you doing?” I had a hard time explaining my stupidity. So, technically, I got lost. That was the first depressing thing that happened to me this weekend. The movie was OK, not great, just OK.
Saturday, I woke up late and watched football. I got a shower around 2 and was going to go into the city to do some shopping but I didn’t get off the sofa until 4:30. Saturday night, I finally got up the energy and left my apartment. I caught a bus. I looked around and noticed something — I was surrounded by couples. I counted about 10 couples in all. I’m not kidding; they were everywhere. It was like something out of a sitcom, a very bad sitcom. That was the second depressing thing that happened to me this weekend. I think I went into the city to make up for my getting lost on Friday. I’m not sure why I did that because it was insane in Times Square. I didn’t think ahead of time that during the Holidays in Manhattan, there would be a lot of people. There was a line to get into Toys ‘R’ US! I did what I wanted to do and got the hell out of there.
Sunday, I woke up around 9 and drove to Nutley to do my laundry. Have you ever been in a laundry mat, folding you clothes, with Christmas music playing? That was the third depressing thing that happened to me this weekend.
After the A & P, I watched football all day.
If you read today’s diary closely you’ll notice that I said I was depressed 3 times. I only used that word as a device to tie everything together. Rest easy, I’m fine, Mom.
Should I tip the guy I get my burritos from? That’s a tough one.
That’s it. Have a great day. God Bless America.
NEXT DIARY DECEMBER 26. Merry Christmas!