One of most frequent questions I get about this blog is “Who is the Holly and who is the Folly?” It is usually accompanied with a little smile because everyone seems to assume that I’m the folly. Humph. That’s not necessarily true. However considering the inspiration that Danielle’s latest post, SCENES FROM MAISON KAYSER, provided seems to point in that direction.
Last Friday I met up with some old coworkers. We had a really fun time. I tried to finally forgive them for moving on and getting fun new jobs and also making me come to east side. Wine helped with the forgiveness process. Happy hour was long over by the time we left the bar but that was when the real adventure began.
It all started on the E train around 1ish AM. The first encounter was with a middle aged woman, who was definitely on something hopefully wine, trying very unsuccessfully to make it down the escalator alone. To her defense it was an unusually long and steep escalator. My coworkers were a little scared. The normal protocol for drunk strangers is a solid ten foot radius but in the spirit of we’ve all been there I offered her my help, linked arms and somehow made it down the stairs. When she started to ask for help getting to NJ that was when I started to get scared. I had to point her in the right direction and hope for the best, the escalator was all the help I was willing to offer.
Once I split from my friends I was on the platform waiting patiently when I started to eavesdrop on the couple next to me. NYC is the best city to people watch hands down. One of my favorite people watching game is trying to decide whether it is a first date or not. Major flirting was happening but no touching. I was choosing between first and second date when out of nowhere she dropped the boyfriend line in the middle of the conversation. Another we’ve all been there moment. Poor kid.
The train finally came and I realized how amused I was and started thinking about everything that I’ve seen on the subway in the past years. Once I saw a girl faint and completely face plant on the platform, I saw a guy with a huge tree branch that he refused to take off a seat, a kind stranger informed me of a “medical incident” and told me that I might want to pick another seat, baby carriages filled with everything but a baby. It was only three quick stops to Hell’s Kitchen. I put on my headphones and power walked home to the new Fitz and the Tantrum’s “Hand Clap”. All in all Friday was a quiet NYC subway ride.