My first post not (only) about Alison in months
Can’t say things are great where I am. But we’ve had it a lot worse the past year.
So I’ve been able to do a few things for myself, like just read again. It feels weird to have any time to myself.
See, he was invited to be on a show – we were told – called Show me New York.
Him: Wanna come?
The day before, someone called me and asked me about a dozen trivia questions.
Producer: What is the period of violence after the French Revolution called?
Me: The Reign of Terror? (pause) That’s a weird question for a show about the City.
Producer: (laughing) Yes, Reign of Terror. And we just want to measure intelligence. Can you meet the producers in the West Village tomorrow?
Me: What’s the address?
The next day, we met them there and they told us that the taping had been moved to 23rd and Madison and hailed us a cab. After Masa told the driver where we were heading, the driver turned to us and said, “You’re on Cash Cab!”
I immediately exclaimed, “So weird, we’re actually on our way to shoot another television show!”
To which, I’m pretty sure Masa, the host, and all the producers listening in to us collectively rolled their eyes at the same time. This was edited out.
Now, the thing is, I never published that story on the blog, only told my friends – and I’m sure Mas told his friends what and idiot I was – so I’m just curious to know who posted it.
It was almost exactly 10 years ago. At the time of the taping, was still with my ex; we broke up just a month later. Thought my life was over then.
At that moment, didn’t know Alison existed. And Nate wasn’t even a thought. Now they are my whole world.
Funny how life is, yeah?
Speaking of Alison…
My Radical MMA gym buddies Liz, Josh, Donald, Henry, Hassan, Roslyn, and Sawyer, along with Henry, Alesya, and Boreth, are participating in the Half Mudder Long Island 2016 race on July 24th to raise funds for Alison – they’re actually the team that’s raised the fourth largest amount of money.
Honestly cannot say where we would be without the support of so many friends, family, and total strangers. It lets us try to be somehow normal again.
Me: Morning, sunshine! Ready for another day of PT?
Her: (yawning) No…yes?
Location: still at home, which is a good thing
Music: just want to be, happy again