PlatKat.com: We Call this a "Transition"

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

We Call this a "Transition"

Twenty-four hours ago, I was in Manhattan walking down Third Avenue with a friend... and millions more acquaintances. After passing several dozen storefronts in the few short blocks between my apartment and our destination, we arrived at Josie's, an upscale fusion bistro with a completely organic menu. We had a nice dinner. Thievery Corporation tunes played as we dined. We talked about movies and Hawaii. I wore mostly black, complementing my black studded wedge-heeled boots. My feet hurt, but I was comfortable.

One day later, I'm bouncily shifting gears in my best friend's manual transmission pickup truck in Baton Rouge's infamous afternoon humidity... sans air conditioning. I turn on Highland Road, passing an army of one polo-and-khakis guy cloned eight thousand times. Black Sabbath's "Iron Man" plays on the radio. I turn it up and sing along. I reach a stoplight and shove my hair into a messy ponytail, which goes perfectly with my rubber sandals and last night's jeans. As I continue down the shady street, I compare this to that and don't know what to make of it.

Twenty-four, twenty-four... hours ago... I ~~want to be~~ think I was sedated...

posted by platkat @ 3:30 PM