One moment during which you felt most alive this year.
The weight of the wine she just inhaled on the train was heavy in her stomach. It felt like she had somehow managed to get the glass bottle down her throat too. She didn’t seem to mind too much because as soon as she got inside she accepted an over-priced beer from her date and boyfriend. Then another. And another. And maybe one more? They had taken the short train ride into the city to see Matt&Kim play at Webster Hall. She really liked them a few months earlier at the Siren Festival. She was excited to see them play again.
As expected they were great. The girl was a bit beyond tipsy and got the idea in her head she wanted to do something a ‘lil bit crazy. She turned to her boyfriend and gave him a silent look. She hoped he could read her mind.
“Hey babe, I want to do that. Throw me up there pleaseeeeee.” Their eyes had a brief conversation and a second later her boyfriend and the stranger next to him were throwing her up into the air and on to the crowd. Time froze. She didn’t feel anything below her, no hands, no heads. It was smooth like she was floating on a wave headed to shore. It was silent and all she saw were the bright lights and balloons dancing around her. She and both members of the band were the only ones in the room. Until, She was thrown over the metal barrier crashing into the stage and down onto her ass. It didn’t matter though. She couldn’t feel much now anyway. It was all over in a maximum of 4 seconds. But, it was worth it.
She was a complete mess. Her hair was glued to the side of her face wet with sweat. She probably wreaked like her sister’s hockey equipment and she probably looked like she was just hit by a sanitation truck. She didn’t care. She’d been with her boyfriend for three years now and he’s had to have seen worse. She was confident that even though she looked like she was recently released from the nut house, he was happy because she was truly enjoying herself.
BUT all that music and beer makes the couple pretty hungry. They turn the corner. Score! Street meat. Two orders of chicken and rice with extra hot sauce and a short walk later, they are back in Grand Central.
They have some time before their train leaves. Sitting on the ground indian style, the girl is people watching. Even in her slightly clouded state she watches the people come and go wondering where they’re headed, if anywhere at all. She’s absorbed in making up elaborate stories of the travelers’ destinations and of course, the best meal she’s ever had, when she hears his hiccup. She turns to him suddenly ready to pounce. She finds his hiccups hysterical. How the high-pitched yelp of a preadolescent boy can come from his 6 foot 2 Rugby frame is beyond her. She turns towards him, instantaneously he turns towards her. They both hiccup! Looking into each other’s eyes they smile. The girl gives out a small giggle. They turn away and go back to eating.