Monday, October 11, 2010

i am just not meant to see movies in this city.

The showtime was 8:40... according to the gps on my phone, it would take 22 minutes to get there by subway, so i left at 7:55, leaving ample time for travel incompetence, to which I fully own up. So I got on the G train heading toward Church ave, got off at lorimer, and was about to transfer to the L, which takes me directly to manhattan, but there was a sign:

12 noon Friday to 12 noon monday: No L train. Please find an alternate route.

alternate route? I don't do alternate routes. Alternate routes are not drawn out for me nicely on my phone.

So I knew that if I went north to Queens, completely backtracking and in the opposite direction, I would be able to connect to the E train, which goes into Manhattan as well. So I got on that train, but by the time I transferred to the E it was 8:52, and the movie had been playing for 12 minutes. I knew there would be a later show somewhere so I proceeded. I had to leave the subway because I don't get any service on my phone underground, and I needed to get online and check movie times. So I found out that the movie was playing at a theater in Chelsea at 9:45.

So I ran back down to the subway. "There has been a delay. Thank-you for your patience"... my train was delayed. I finally got on. It was 9:15. Now on the train, I am confident that I will make it on time when I see the 23rd street station whipping past the windows, and the announcer comes on "attention ladies and gentlemen, this E train will not be making any local stops due to construction." ughh, 23rd street is a local stop. 23rd street is where I need to be.

So I get off at the closest stop, 34th street, and sprint the 11 blocks to the theater (not before walking towards 9th avenue, thinking I was walking towards 8th)... and made it just barely in time, sweating, and in a terrible mood.

The color was broken on the movie. I watched the first fifteen minutes in bright glaring red that hurt my eyes and gave me a headache.

It did eventually get fixed, but on the return trip I got on the A train (the A, C, and E trains are all on the same line, just like the 1,2,3, trains or 4,5,6 trains or N,Q,R, trains etc...) I figured that the A train would make all the same stops that the E train makes, because that is how it usually works with trains that run the same line. But no. I'm sitting there waiting to stop at Ely ave, and the stops keep whizzing by and before I know it I'm in Harlem. I was so confused and so tired and so frustrated and I wanted to cry but I didn't want to look vulnerable because I was now in a sort of sketchy part of town.

I made it home at 2:30. It was a disastrous evening and the movie wasn't even that good.

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