On the 29th floor. Big apartment building in the West 50s with a spectacular view. The room actually is on a corner – so you get two walls of windows converging.<\/p>\n
Lights turned down dim. Teeny Christmas tree, with white lights on it, and sparkley red decorations.<\/p>\n
The sparkling skyline of the city unfurling in the canyons outside the window.<\/p>\n
Glasses of wine. Soft conversation.<\/p>\n
And then:<\/p>\n
Out of nowhere:<\/p>\n
BLARING Metallica’s St. Anger<\/i> and dancing like absolute MANIACS in front of the glass windows.<\/p>\n
It was like a FEVER came over both of us and we just had to GET. IT. OUT.<\/p>\n
We didn’t discuss it, or say, “Let’s play Metallica” – it didn’t go along with the mood of our night at all – which was quiet, contemplative. But then the CD popped on in the rotation – and that was IT.<\/p>\n
We were thrashing lunatics in front of the plate glass, 29 floors up, for … oh … 20 minutes? We had no idea how long we were in that state – taken over by the music. Literally thrashing as though<\/i> we were at a Metallica concert. We almost missed our movie because of it. We were like, in the middle of the thrashing: “What time is it?” “9:10.” “Oops. Let’s go.” We dropped the thrashing, instantly, put on our coats and left for the movie.<\/p>\n
hahahaha Why does this crack me up?<\/p>\n
Oh yeah – and snow slanted through the sky, too. Cutting down through the darkness, billowing by the windows 29 floors up.<\/p>\n
Awesome.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
On the 29th floor. Big apartment building in the West 50s with a spectacular view. The room actually is on a corner – so you get two walls of windows converging. Lights turned down dim. Teeny Christmas tree, with white … Continue reading