mrbungle's journal

I am peeing in a toilet in Columbia University and I don’t even go here! How did I end up here?
I heard it a lot that I have big balls for a young girl, for travelling to NYC alone. If only they all knew that I’m an old lady looking like a young girl because I’m so excited!
How did I end up here? This is NYC! I’m so tired and the Time’s Square lights blur my vision, feels like I’m watching one of those dreams where it’s like you’re an observer of a story through a fish-eye camera lens, like a peeping tom of what you’d like to experience. And yet, I am here. I’m getting lost in Central Park and I know I found what I was looking for when I hear “Norwegian Wood” from afar. I pass by John Lennon’s and by Humphrey Bogart’s house. One minute I’m in Columbia peeing just because you have to buy something in cafés to be able to pee and frankly I cannot afford another weak coffee and the next I’m in Harlem eating the best red velvet cupcake from “Make My Cake” bakery, ‘cause I could afford that! And now I am in front of Ringo Starr’s drum kit! I was going to pretend to look at perfumes in Bloomingdale’s and now I am screeching in front of an inanimate object, and look, I drew the attention of people. Oh, just as well, now someone will take my picture with the beloved instrument. And I cannot believe I saw the blue whale hanging from the ceiling at the AMNH or a Magritte exhibit at MoMa!
Hours pass in the streets and while I’m looking for something, I find a million others; it’s called serendipity and blistered feet. And now I’m watching Sir Ian McKellen and Sir Patrick Stewart on stage waiting for Godot (though I struggled to get the person at TKTS to understand “Godot”, sorry, I did not say it in an American accent). And then I decide on the spur of the moment to get on the Staten Island ferry, why not. I took the Roosevelt Island Tram on the spur of the moment too. And now I’m on the Brooklyn Bridge! And then I’m at Coney Island and the fish eye vision comes back, because it’s one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen, it takes me back in time, into a cinematic reality, it’s either a set in the 50s coming of age film and I am about to see Fat Lard throw up blueberry pies, or a horror and the undead from “Carnival of Souls” will invite me to waltz with them.
How did I end up here? It took me a long time and I can’t believe I am here, but it finally happened. I don’t know if dreams come true, but certainly reality becomes dreamy sometimes.