Random Musings About... Nothing, Really.
Greeley Square. What a gorgeous, temperate, post-rain day. I'm presently sitting in the furthest back corner of this delightful mini-park, people watching and attempting to do the whole "chilling" concept for about seven or eight minutes before my insane go-go-go manicness kicks in again and I'll be off -- traipsing about with my Starbucks and writing scripts in my head that I'll likely indefinitely procrastinate over until they dissolve as memories of once-were's.
There's this dude sitting directly across from me, staring off into the distance and looking wonderfully, blissfully pensive. He's older, half-bald and graying, with these permeatingly blue eyes that I can see from the fifty or so feet away I am from him. I wonder what he's thinking about, sitting there in his reverie; romance and love lost, adventures of younger days, maybe the massive Victoria's Secret billboard that looms directly behind me. Who knows. I wonder, when I reach age, if I'll have the ability to simply sit in a park somewhere and think for long periods of time. Maybe then I'll have found the relaxation of success and have kicked my insanely massive coffee habit. Or not. Likely not. The coffee habit, I mean. Hopefully I'll have found success... either that, or have reverted to my Cherokee roots and be living in the mountains somewhere. Maybe I'll run into Cher and we can build a fire and do sing-a-longs to "Half Breed".
I feel like I'm in a slightly bizarre, very Meisner-esque state today. Not sure why. I taught this couple about an hour ago at my dance studio (they're older and celebrating their twenty fifth year anniversary tomorrow), and they were so cute and terribly in love that my eyes kept welling up with happy-tears as I watched them foxtrot to Don McLean's "If We Try". Then I walked into Bank of America shortly thereafter, and welled up again at their Olympic ads displaying athletes who had just won medals -- all that emotion, that glory. And now I'm sitting in Greeley Square Park with an insane, randomly-bursting-into-fits-of-laughter homeless guy sitting behind me, and contemplating what Old Dude Sitting In the Park is thinking about. This is very unlike me. I feel, serene...
AND HOW aperpoe, two obnoxious Coach-slipper wearing Japanese Chicks have sat down directly in front of me with their iced lattes, and they're both smoking these ridiculously long cigarettes and blowing the smoke right in my direction. Not that I don't appreciate a good lung-destroying puff of air-wafting CRAP once in awhile, but I fear I can no longer breathe. Laughing Homeless Guy and Blue Eyed Reverie Dude have both taken their leave, thus shall I.
Time to get chocolate and teach some Wall Street guys the tango.
With a Pensive Sigh, Ashley Avis