Riding on Long Island Expressway

I am on my way home to the Hamptons on a bus right now. It’s a beautiful day. After two days of solid fun with my friends, I am not very happy that I have to leave. It’s a pleasant ride, they have a lavatory, wireless internet and serve refreshment snacks on the bus. However, cellphones and electronics with external speakers are not allowed in the bus so I shut off the ringer on my cell and tossed it into my bag.

I hopped onto the bus on 59th St. Lexington Ave. As usual, I opened my computer as soon as I got settled inside. I realized today that I can’t live without my computer! Some of my friends on facebook commented so, and they were right. I carry my computer with me religiously to wherever I go! ( I am not a computer geek though, I hardly know how to use half of the applications that my computer carry)

The bus snaked through the traffic of Manhattan. With the typical monday morning traffic, I was uneasy if we would ever get out of the City. I sat back with my hands on my computer and my eyes through the bus wind shield. It was mad outside. Cars inched up from bumper to bumper, the noise, angry people who were late for work, oh, you have to see it to get the feel. To add to that, there is the UN Assembly going on in the city and there was a cop stationed on every block. I saw a few impatient drivers get pulled over in just a minute.

Everybody in the bus had fallen asleep or were engrossed deep-way through some books by the time we got out of Midtown Tunnel. It was a relief. The traffic eased out and started flowing perfect. The bus floor vibrating under my feet told me that we were now riding smooth at 55.Mph. It was another relief to be able to see the blue sky without the Mountains of skyscrapers. The buildings got shorter and shorter as we moved further away from the city and gave way to beautiful suburban homes.

An elderly couple were snoring soundly next to me. Some how I wished if I could sleep too. I gazed through the window as settlements thinned out. Street lights, telephone poles, sign boards and cars floated by. The landscape changed to a blanket of trees to the horizon. I thought about my friends back in the city. The clock told me that they were at work and busy. I partied and enjoyed with them till I got wasted with alcohol. My friends introduced me to their friends and friends of friends. I met so many new faces that my brain decided to shut off and not remember a single name. I will be in trouble if I bump into them next time because I honestly can’t seem to recall a single name. That’s what happens when you replace your blood with alcohol and is ready to flame up at the strike of a match. And it’s worse when you manage to keep a straight face and pretend like it’s your first drink every time when what you really needed to do was drop on the floor like a bag of laundry. You must wonder how I am even up and headed to work right now after all the drama. Honestly, I do not feel very well. I scrubbed and showered this morning but I still smell like a zippo lighter that has been left forgotten in the ashtray.

My head has a dumbbell in it rolling from side to side. My breath, oh, you don’t want to be anywhere near 10 meters from me. I am actually thinking I can use my breath as a weapon against nasty people right now.

As I gazed through the changing topography, I felt the familiar feel of ocean air. This reminds me that I am almost home and that I need to shut off my computer. This reminds me that I am back to reality. It was great fun enjoying with friends. I don’t know when I will be able to do it again as work hasn’t ceased its oppression on me still. But when the day comes, I am going to party again.