I give myself the once over in the mirror, not bad. I have
on my high waisted black pencil skirt, a white cotton boyfriend shirt and some
black patent leather pumps. I turn around and check out the view from the back.
Damn, I could use a little more junk in my trunk, oh well.
I grab my purse off the bed and look inside, smartrip card;
check, cell phone; check, wallet; check, house keys; check. I have all the essentials,
and head for the door. Dag it, I forgot my journal, and run back to my bedroom
and grab my journal off the nightstand.
My stomach is bubbling ‘cause my nerves are out of control
and on top of that the train is stuck between Addison Road station and Capital
Heights, so that’s not helping the situation one bit. I am so blown right about
now.
I pull out my journal, put on my reading glasses and go over
my notes. As I read over the information Amari gave me the train begins to chug
ahead. Finally! Boy, this is some good stuff, but I can’t show my hand right
away, first I have to see what Ian has in store for me. For all I know I just
might be a copy and coffee girl, but that’s cool too. I have no problem
starting at the bottom, but trust me if I’m getting coffee and making copies it
won’t be for long. I jot a few notes in the margins; dates, places, who said
what when, those kinds of things. Amari is cool and all, but I got to check
some facts before I lay all this on the table.
Jeez, I look up from my journal and we’re at L’Enfant Plaza
station and people are pouring in. I’m so distracted that I can’t focus and put
the glasses back in their case, my journal in my purse, and put my sunglasses
on so I can stare at some of the interesting folks on the train. The human
condition is hilarious. People are pushing and shoving, some are rude and
cussing and some are courteous and apologetic, I laugh to myself at the
differences in people and wonder what kind of morning they’ve had before they
set out on their journey. I make a mental note to myself to write about the first
day of the rest of my life; I can be so corny.
Finally I’m at McPherson station. It seems like I’ve been on
this train for a lifetime and not feeling as fresh as I did when I started out.
Riding on Metro can do that to you. I exit the train and stand in the middle of
the platform trying to figure out if I should go left or right. Boy I hate when
other people do that, “Get out of the damn way,” I always think to myself. I
take the “I” street exit since I’m going to the 1400 block of I street. I’m so
smart.
Trying to get out of the station feels like cows going to
slaughter or like human life as we know it is headed towards some alien mother
ship. It seems as though we are all headed in the same direction, to our doom.
Finally sunshine, being underground has some kind of adverse
effect on me, but I’m okay, no killing machine or alien mother ship is waiting
to suck me in.
I’m standing at the
intersection of 14th and I streets, NW. I turn left up “I” street
and check the numbers on the buildings, 1402, 1406, 1408…. at least I’m on the
right side of the street. 1410, 1412, 1414, I’m here, standing in front of the
building that houses Power House.
To Be Continued….
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