The July 5th hangover is usually brutal.
After falling out of bed at 1PM, I go to the usual coffee shop down the street and order the usual bacon and grits because of course I do. The cafe was too crowded so I had to get the grits to go, but once I receive the food, a seat opens up and now I dont have to eat breakfast hunched over my computer in my apartment.
I open the box, no bacon. “C’mon man, today is already tough enough, you forgot my bacon.” I say half jokingly. “Yeah what gives? Its the most important part.” Says this stranger I happen to be sitting next to. “Thank you, you get it.” I say before devouring this hopeful hangover cure.
My bacon ally leaves and that was that.
I go on with my day and head to the subway where I wait. And wait. And wait.
Then down the steps comes the same flowery dress that I just happened to sit next to 20 minutes earlier.
Now we wait, and wait, and wait.
“We’re never getting out of here” I say, mostly to acknowledge that yeah, I just saw you and for some reason it feels weird to not say anything.
“Does it usually take this long?” She asks.
“Nope.” I say, the master of conversation.
The train comes and we get on.
“Where you headed?” I ask.
“To the Met, this is my last full day in New York. I gotta get on a bus to London at midnight” she says as I wonder how the hell someone takes a bus to London. (Apparently there is a London in Canada).
“Thats cool, if you head up that way you should check out Levain Bakery, probably the best cookie in the whole city” I say, because its fucking true.
The train is coming up to my stop and I’m about to wish her well.
“Come with me?” she asks.
Off to Levain we go. We get the cookies. We go to Central Park. We ride a carousel. I learn that Sarah is going to culinary school and that we both want to be reincarnated as golden retrievers in rich families. We go to Russ and Daughters, the back room, end up at barcade somehow and all of a sudden its 11PM.
We jump in a cab to port authority and get intimate to say the least.
I get her to her gate, we have an intimate moment and the bus driver says its time for her to go because he is the most dramatic bus driver of all time.
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