I was applying Champagne to the crease above my left eye when Jonathan appeared beside me, a little pinched in my squinted sight line, on the F-train platform.
“Hi.”
“Heeey.”
What was that; did I just hear a locker slam? Instant flashback to high school, when I would put on make-up in the unflattering fluorescent hallway lighting while we waited for the first bell to ring.
Jon and I rode the train into the city together. Five or six stops in, I said, “We must be the most vain people on this train, because you’re too vain to take off your Ray-Bans and I can’t stop staring at myself in the lenses.”
“So it’s working out for both of us, at least,” said The Only Living Hipster in Park Slope.
Jonny, I’m really glad we’re neighbors again. I like rolling with you.
So, here’s what I’m listening to this week:
Lousy Lullaby by Marry Me Jane
No Hay Igual by Nelly Furtado
Red by Sara Bareilles
Wait a Minute by the Pussy Cat Dolls
Late Night, Early Town by Lloyd Cole
“Just another bunch of would-be desperados . . . Strung out on semantics, Holiday-Inn vigilantes, late night, early town.”
