I got the idea for the title from one of my witches.
She was hosting a Full Moon in Cancer thing.
But I was on my way home from New York because, hey, FOTUS returns to the White Nationalist House next week.
And I wanted to enjoy one last trip across state lines without having to take a pregnancy test to prove I’m allowed to go to a blue state unattended.
Lots to write, which who knows if I ever will. Sorry, tiny fan club.
Funny, I never really need a journal prompt. But now having one, I don’t know what to do with it.
And so it came to pass that … what?
Well, I have one. My cousin had a work trip and said come up and I’ll take us to see “Wicked” on Broadway.
That came to pass, and it was breathtaking.
Or maybe the “And so it came to pass that …” is more aspirational.
Like, and so it came to pass that the last great American president, Joe Biden, did not investigate the reams of election fraud and the white devil ascended and let fElon Musk take over TikTok while the antivaxx twat who won “American Idol” over Bo Bice had to play at the inauguration because 3 Doors Down was busy.
This journal prompt isn’t going very well. Maybe I’ll do some thinking about this one.
I know it’s from a bible verse or some shit.
Which … I took the wrong train to Queens and, while I was wandering around looking for the Jackson Heights station, a bunch of Spanish speakers kept trying to force religious shit into my hands.
I finally said, “Atheist” and the one lady about clutched her pearls. “No Hay-soos?” she said. I said, “No sky daddy. Vamanos!”
One of my NY-bred colleagues was proud of me for that one. I mean, not the absolute lack of understanding of Spanish. But the being able to shake off this chihuahua of a human being so I could get my directional bearings.
Anyway, it wasn’t the only time I was mistaken for a local. The other time, my cousin was like damn how the hell did you pick that up in six hours.
Because I was meant to live there, probably.
In the city, not the airport. Which, Haysoos Christo, why is every flight to PBI three hours late?!
The whole local thing happened because my cousin saw someone with a handbag she coveted. She said, “You’re the social one. Go find out where she got it.”
The girl’s dad told me where he got it but couldn’t help me with details. And I whipped off with, “Oh that’s gotta be down by 23rd. I’ll find it.”
Hell if it wasn’t off 23rd when I checked the map.
And so it came to pass that … I decided to live the dream of enjoying culture and good food and mental stimulation in NYC rather than always waiting for my stupid popcorn ceiling to cave in.
I continue to wish I’d never met Tina. Not Tuna but Tina. But she once said, “Girl, live at the beach and travel to cities. Not the other way around.”
The only wise thing out of her always-running mouth.
How about THAT being what comes to pass … for more trips and, as my other NY-bred staffer said today, the meet-cute story of a lifetime on the next one?
