I went downtown to get lunch with Cheryl before I had work at 4 p.m. The gold line was being serviced so I thought I’d be late, but, being the metro queen I am, I made it to Grand Central Market 20 minutes early. I’ve yet to have a train close on me despite always running to catch them in skirts.
I went on Angel’s Flight and it was worth the 50 cents. I walked back down and waited for Cheryl. While in line for Eggslut, I saw Rich Brian with some presumably 88rising people, just casually existing. I didn’t want to take a picture, so I was quietly shook instead. And then I saw someone I follow on Instagram and mentioned it to Cheryl, too. She said, “You’re crazy, you’re seeing everyone today.” On her way home, she saw Minkus from Boy Meets World. I told her, LA is like Instagram in real life.
I left Cheryl at The Last Bookstore around 2 p.m. to get back with time to spare. On the metro, a woman wearing a flowery straw hat struck up conversation. She asked if I worked with a group of people because she recognized my shirt. I said, “No.” She said she must’ve seen me waiting at Union Station, then. I said, “Yes.”
We talk a bit and she tells me I have a good personality. I’m shook again. I thank her. She asks me if I know Jesus loves me. I say, “Oh, well… I don’t.” I tell her that I was raised Catholic, but no one in my family ever went to church and now that I’ve moved across the country, the one thing my mom asked me to do was attend. The woman says, “I think she’s worried about you.” I say, “Yeah, but I’m not across the country for nothing, right?”
I also tell her I’m reading the Bible casually. She gives me her number and directions to the church she attends in Long Beach, where she lives. She’s on her way to visit her father’s city, to walk around and reminisce. I think that’s nice because I had found myself reminiscing over my egg sandwich earlier and reminiscing is nice. She got off at Fillmore and we waved bye.
When I got back, I looked up Rich Brian and 88rising and saw he was doing some LA shows in November. I asked my roomie if she wanted to go and she was immediately down. We bought our tickets. At work, I invited Tori to come. We talked about me spotting her boyfriend on the metro and I asked if she listens to King Krule, to which she responded, “Yeah, remember that time my friend invited us to a show and then it was sold out? That was King Krule.” I despaired and she added, “Now I really want you to meet my friend!”
Life is going so swell. I almost got emotional at work, thinking about how swell life is. Things seem to be aligning in such weird ways. Thanks grandma, Jesus, woman on the metro named Margaret – whoever is blessing me with all these good vibes lately. Also, thanks me, for being the dope person I am. I used to be so shy and introverted and now I care so much less about the things that were holding me back. Jenni, you’re doing amazing, sweetie.
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