Good morning. On the water-logged 7:55PM into the City. The train car has the smell of dank faux-wool, gore-tex, and hairspray.
A Bollywood movie actress sat down across from me in this crowded train. She is adjusting her hair with pins. Evidently the car is very warm for her as she is fanning herself constantly. Hot flashes? Her hair looks slightly colored; a purple hue around a dark brown core. Her lipstick matches the hair color.
She is scrolling through a PDF file of another script. Boy-meets-girl. Queue dance number. She’s getting married to someone else. Blahblahblah. At least, she thinks as she raises her eyebrows, it pays the bills.
The pretty-people are boarding now.
St. Nicholas is here. He’s sitting by the window some four seats back. He looks a bit thin, but I presume he’s in town because he was tight with Charlie Trotter, who passed away yesterday. St. Nick is also in town to check out what’s hot for the Holiday Season. A walkabout to Macy’s and Old Navy on State St., then a quick bus ride to the Water Tower or Century Mall will give him some understanding of the wish lists he’ll have to endure this Season.
Also here are my first cousin (once removed), Pipi Longstocking, a Congolese Princess, Mama from Throw Mama From The Train, and Grant Imahara from Mythbusters. All are armed.
Happy Wednesday. Safe and dry travels.