I love a good Wednesday night. That's just what 12.12.12 delivered.
I traveled uptown to the new SoulCycle on East 63rd Street, and as I made my way up three flights of stairs, I realized that was the first subway station I used in NYC in 1997. I haven't been back many times since and so throughout the ride, I had a few flashbacks of that first trip and a few proud and confident moments of how NYC has become home. Blah blah. You know.
We had dinner and energetically bounded down the stairs to the subway, through the turnstile, and waited for the train. It came. We got on. It was packed. Packed!! Damion and I said to each other "Where are ALL OF THESE people going?" The train left the station. We still questioned. We made assumptions.
The conductor announced "ROOSEVELT ISLAND". We looked at each other, got off the train, switched tracks, and got on the downtown train. All of THOSE people were on the right train, and we were not.
Humbled. But still laughing.
And by the way, the station at Roosevelt Island is the nicest in the city.