Act natural

( Friday, Apr. 12, 2002 2:51 am )

>Mind the gap

I'm going to NYC on Saturday, as a required fieldtrip for my art history class. We're responsible for getting there on our own, and this had been causing me some concern because I have never taken the train into the city by myself before, never ridden the subway, don't know the difference between uptown and downtown...I'm a country girl, and the city folk frighten and confuse me. However, I had no excuse for not going, as there's no way my prof. would buy that I was too dumb to find my way from Grand Central to the Met. We're talking major, centrally-located landmarks. Luckily, I have Ruby to tutor me in the ways of the city, and escort me onto the subway (hint: don't touch the third rail). One boy in my class was not so lucky, though: he tried to ask for directions in class, but the professor refused to understand that someone might not know how to get to the Met. "Just take the 10:33 Metro North!" he kept saying, growing ever more exasperated with further talk of trains. Finally people in the class had to intervene and explain how to take the 4, 5, or 6 uptown from Grand Central, all the poor kid wanted to know.

The laundry situation has reached critical mass. Today I was forced to wear my two-inches-too-short-yet-still-embarrassingly-flared jeans for the third day in a row, along with my stretched-out bra that likes to creep across my body during the course of the day. I really need to do the wash tomorrow, especially since I want to be sure and have black clothes to wear to the city, so I can pretend like I live there (now I just need sunglasses and cigarettes).

The low-down on the personal ad guy who I was considering over spring break is that I think I'm going to contact him. Something tells me it will end in litigation, but what the hell? What are the odds that he'll even email me back anyway? Though I find him potentially adorable, I'm really only doing it as part of a deal with Ruby, so she'll finally call her crush-guy for a date-like event, and put herself out of her misery. Tonight she and I pulled out a ruler in order to illustrate exactly where a guy four inches shorter than me would come up to. I really think we're going to be the next Tom and Nicole.

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