So, last night, I went to see this at Symphony Space, “An Evening with Radiolab,” a combined effort with their show and Selected Shorts. And it was really quite wonderful. The three stories they picked were weird and interesting and unsettling in all the right ways, and Kyra Sedgwick, Jane Curtin, and Liev Schreiber did terrific jobs reading each of them. I thought last month’s show was good, but this was actually even better, and I left feeling pretty happy that I’d stayed late in the city.
Which is why I was maybe less upset than I might have been when the young woman sitting next to me on the train home, clearly inebriated (and it clearly not agreeing with her), vomited against the wall of the seat. There wasn’t a lot, as that kind of thing goes, and she didn’t get any one me. But I wasn’t going to stick around for the second show. I picked up my bag and my coat and skipped out to the next car. I felt bad for the girl, and for the older woman in the seat in front of her, who couldn’t escape quite as easily as I could. So I was glad to see, later on, that the girl was at least sober enough to walk around, and not going to fall unconscious or asphyxiate or something on the train. Of course, I would have been more glad to have discovered this second-hand, or by glancing through the windows of the train as I left — and not, as it happened, because the young girl was stumbling off the train at the very same stop. She was shocked to discover — as a fair number of less drunk people often are — that there is no taxi service of any kind at this station. She seemed ready to collapse when I told her this, and pointed out the nearby — in non-drunk terms, but probably miles away to her — road where maybe she’d be able to get a cab or the number for one. (Though after 11 on a weeknight…I don’t know.) Luckily, the guy behind us both knew the number for a cab company, and she seemed well enough to use her cell phone. So I left them there and walked home to go to bed.
Today, there’s nothing half as exciting. The train ride home wasn’t a lot of fun, but mostly just because I got to it so late and it was so crowded. This morning, I took notes at one of our regular premium text meetings. Which can sometimes be a real chore, but today…well, there were only two projects. A couple of weeks ago, when I was originally scheduled to take notes, there were nine. And it was on a Tuesday, when I usually get to work from home. But another development editor asked to switch, and I agreed, and I really lucked out.
And that’s about the extent of the excitement today. Although yesterday — and tomorrow’s office holiday party, where I must endeavor to learn from that young lady’s mistakes — should be more than enough excitement for the week.